When Hell Freezes Over - Iskald

Of bloodwork and pain

And revelation to thy nine worlds beyond

Of lunacy from an arch-heretic

And failed believes from thy mortal souls

I am thy savage guard

Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar

I conduct all your wishes and lusts

I am Mephisto himself

In a bed of roses and wine

Thou whilst shed your last tears in life

When hell freezes finally over

Blood will be shed in twilight of October

Of Blizzard winds and frost

And absence of love and celebrating survey

We envy thy beasts that fell

Into thy gloomy, freezing pits of hell

I am thy savage guard

Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar

I conduct all your wishes and lusts

I am Mephistophilus himself

As we all where afflicted

By thy sacred beliefs, thy spiritual flesh

A high-priest of hell

Declared war of savage and sorrow

I mourn as I drink their purified blood

Of servitude and labor it taste

Thy dismal sorrow lies in freezing hell

Oh, what a pity, what a horrible waste

All our losses, all our pain

Afflicted by thy way they all where slain

Our glory, our tremedious feast

Their defeat in thy eyes of thy beast

I am thy savage guard

Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar

I conduct all your wishes and lusts

I am Mephostophiel himself

Time whilst celebrate

In a world of blister and torture

Where all life has decayed

When hell freezes over

I am thy savage guard

Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar

I conduct all your wishes and lusts

I am Satan himself