and the sea will become like a grave, and the guns will sound like a bell full of hate.......and our souls will be lost on this cold winter frost like a dream we will fade away...... on cold winter waters we fight, for darkness and pure blasphemy, for the demons we are outcasts of a world we dont belong. we melt the wings of angels and burn the cross with fire in out hearts as we sail the waters of ice. we but a dream of a funeral scream we will enter your world and destroy. as the waves hit the shore you will hear us attack on a night of pure blasphemy. and the church bells will ring with agony to warn you of our return to collect the souls of those slain by the sword of the ones who dwell in the mist.