The last cold winter the mortaks had
When the seventh king bowed to the evil dead
Saints were frozen by the sins
And the beast broke loose from its hell
A dagger was made out of the king’s crown
It was baptized by the blood of a virgin whore
Nightly shadows ruled the faded world
Crimson tears filled the empty nights
Spill the black tar of life
It’s the only escape now
The last cold winter the mortaks had
When the seventh king bowed to the evil dead
Saints were frozen by the sins
And the beast broke loose from its hell
Spill the black tar of life
Take the torment off yourself
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