Routa, Pt.2

Laying to rest And summon the death with profound and fierce fire Cleanse the soul in the blaze of the ancient wrath Searing grave Black flames from the void tear through the pyre From fire to embers with strength I burn Resurrection of the fallen Into lifeless lands of the North From the abyss, from the core From the depths of damnation, infernal regions I was reborn into the coldest dawn Into the coldest dawn The coldest of them all Once departed and reawakened I carry the mark of the fourth rider of the pale horse Bringer of death upon the earth I was brought back with a coal-black soul My heart beats still forevermore In the flames of the end I have been reborn