From your blood
Raise the power of the mad
Please your God
To be blessed and save your head
There's no help
From the grave you feel cold breath
Living black
You are dying on iced path

CHORUS:
Cold and full of stinking corpses black river's waves
Which carry us to deadly eternal flames
Iced-boarded boat floats from the past, from our life
Following sins and running souls, march of died
Black rides raise their sword and open big gate
Here you may loose your feelings, here's reign of hate
Forget the pain you felt when you had to fall
Now sleep in hellish peace, cause you're save-that's all...