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 she'd your last tears in life When hell freezes finally over Blood will be she'd 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