Can you hear it in the distance
The Call for Extinction
In a savage storm we roll
Marching forth to Conquest
The Call for Extinction
In a savage storm we roll
Marching forth to Conquest
A cry for desolation
A howling in the night
A blade for the dying
Fists of the North, Triumphant
Our names be whispered
On the winds from the North
A frozen warning
From a fang filled wind
The scent of Apocalypse
Subzero Purification
Weaving a web of Holocaust
And misery everlasting
A cry for desolation
A howling in the night
A blade for the dying
Fists of the North, Triumphant
Can you hear it in the distance
The Call for Extinction
In a savage storm we roll
Marching forth to Conquest
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