Willed by winter's so called frost Fix the in anxieties from grip The frost that burned the honorees Underneath the heavy clouds The lifted sword, the broken shield The hand that drew the final word From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders Let the rats run down Falling through the tungsten skies The burning clouds of Arkhangelsk To the eye of judgement now What will stand when time of the end (time of the end)? Center stone, into fire All to nothing and nothing to lose They gather groaning to the souls Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk With one word, one movement in the fabric Everything dies The storm that sweeps the world away From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk Inherit from the morning star What others brought And the land, forgot Soaring through van allen belts Through blazing stars, through dying suns Collide not now, but carry us Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk
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