Across the endless frozen plains Where the polar night holds the land We march through ice and biting rain With fire and death in our hand The cartridge cracks – the gas is freed Blue fire dances in the snow No warmth remains, only the need To burn the weak and watch them go Northern butane holocaust Flames of pure and frozen hate Feed the pyre, damn the lost Burn them in this arctic state Gaskartusche – northern steel Butane fire – the final seal Bodies stack beneath the storm Flesh and bone turn black and dry The ice reflects the fire’s form As screaming souls begin to die The cartridge cracks – the gas is freed Blue fire dances in the snow No warmth remains, only the need To burn the weak and watch them go Northern butane holocaust Flames of pure and frozen hate Feed the pyre, damn the lost Burn them in this arctic state Gaskartusche – northern steel Butane fire – the final seal Sons of the northern darkness rise Through the blizzard and the flame Butane blood beneath the skies We carve our names in ice and pain Northern butane holocaust Flames of pure and frozen hate Feed the pyre, damn the lost Burn them in this arctic state Gaskartusche – northern steel Butane fire… claims them all In the high north the fire remains Butane… eternal reigns
