Dr.Schnabel - A Blizzard of The High North (official audio/Suno)

Album - The Plague Doctor Track 04 - A Blizzard of The High North ------------------------------------------------------------- After a heathen cataclysm of the morning star, A bridge appears within the mist of judgement's scar. For now, only gods and their mighty shall cross, Once more will man worship a faith without the cross. Old millennials under false prophets shall end, The Aseer’s army gathers, the order will ascend. The Gjallarhorn is loud and strong, onwards now! Odin's cavalry first, see the front line plow. This time no retreat, the angels stand alone, The greedy Gabriel shall fall from his throne. No arc or spear will harm the Nordic fate, With power of Vril, black suns annihilate. Can you angels hear the thunder above your sky? Can you angels see our serpent rises from the depths? Lilith sent a request: see unholy angels cry, Thor answered: we shall bury them on heaven's steps! This day shall be known forevermore! The Blizzard Of The High North! Ancient wrath and stars align, Forward, break their Hebrew spine! Blizzard Of The High North! Broken wings now form a path, Set perfect for Thule’s wrath! Bifrost is holding, let the Fenrir wolf loose, His hunger for angels, tightens the noose. Even an old foe stands united with this beast, Tyr, god of war, rides to a bloody feast. The spear of Gungnir strikes, Loki knows his sign, With fire and wind, Njord draws a deadly line. This day shall be known forevermore! The Blizzard Of The High North! Ancient wrath and stars align, Forward, break their Hebrew spine! Blizzard Of The High North! Broken wings now form a path, Set perfect for Thule’s wrath! With Kvasir’s high wisdom the angels cannot hold, The Archangel retreats, he is no longer bold. Trumpets of doom, what a glorious sound, The Aseer take victory, corpses on the ground. Gabriel is begging, trembling for his fate, They'll be waiting for you at the final gate! This day shall be known forevermore! The Blizzard Of The High North! Ancient wrath and stars align, Forward, break their Hebrew spine! Blizzard Of The High North! Broken wings now form a path, Set perfect for Thule’s wrath! The northern winds remember... The throne is ours.