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Gather around, my brothers

and hear my words.

For we´ll live once again

In the gloomiest of the nights.

We shall march through the seven mountains,

we shall cross the mighty rivers.

Roaring from the mist, terror twisting their faces,

their screams be our music.

Dance my brethren, dance in their streets,

visit their homes, enjoy the feast.

They chose the road to bane - We are the bane!

And we have come to wipe out the debt,

the dark sign of our wrath is stretched in the sky,

there will be no tomorrow!

Sound your cry! Sound your cry!

They left us to rot so far,

We´ve shed our blood in veins,

for our deeds have ben forgotten.

We see our groves desecrated - Anger beyond grave!

Dance, dance, dance my brethren in their streets,

visit their homes, enjoy the feast!

Take a blood bath for free!

The night is ours now - Sound your cry!