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Ajin Khan carves law from chaos. Where melody bleeds and wrath speaks, a voice rises — solemn, violent, divine.

Melodic death. Groove. Speed. Power. Metal reborn.

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Track 4: Black Snow Ceremony Lyrics


Beneath a moon that never weeps
The forest holds what silence keeps
Footprints drown in frozen red
Where the trees don’t speak, but beg the dead
Knives of wind in every breath
Steps in rhythm with the threat
Steel in hand, no god to pray
Just the sound of souls decay

It’s the black snow ceremony
Where the cold writes out your name
With the fire drained from memory
And no one left to blame
Raise your drink for the ones gone wrong
Sing the blade’s old song
It’s the black snow ceremony
And you won’t last long

Cracked old cross by the frozen bend
Marked the place where peace pretends
No salvation in this frost
Just a smile for what we lost
Wolves don’t bark, they simply wait
While time just gnaws and cultivates
Every shadow’s dressed in flame
But none of them recall your name

It’s the black snow ceremony
Where the night don’t mourn the past
We carve our fate with irony
Then vanish just as fast
Raise your voice for the ones betrayed
Let the old sins stay
At the black snow ceremony
Where none get away

Snarling Distortion
That’s the price
That’s the feast

It’s the black snow ceremony
With the sky too tired to cry
In the cold's great ceremony
We were born just to die
Raise your curse to the winter’s sting
Let the final scream
It’s the black snow ceremony
And I wear the king’s ring