Coldbound - Catamenia

Here they come, the tides of coldness

On the waves, rides sons of darkness

Now it’s time, to redeem bloody revenge

Wings of hate, shall carry out predictions

They take away, lands of ancestors

They make you pay, belch you to the lost

Bow before the Coldbound…

Torn of death, wipes away your future

Lay down blade, useless resistance

Final pray, face the hell of destruction

Forget life, approve your devastation

Close your eyes, feel us arrive with rage

Now we’re here, standing at your gates

We take what’s ours, we take it all away

We crush your soul and watch how you fall

Bow before the Coldbound…

Torn of death, wipes away your future

Lay down blade, useless resistance

Final pray, face the hell of destruction

Forget life, approve your devastation