View From Nihil (Live)

For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead

The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste

Therefore I must spill and serve the blood that in me runs vibrant

In the frost of the dying minds of Western society

I recreate

It will be the day of the resurrection of the Brotherhood of Holy Death

In the year of the Holy Roman Empire of night-times to come and last

The day of which I shall lay my sword upon your throats

Upon the mighty warriors of the land of Northern regions

Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves

I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture

And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see

And who still have courage to break through into the dying light