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Lust for war...

Blood again on my weapons and

On the ground of our immortal land.

Hordes of dead warriors out of their graves

To bring back an unsatisfied vengeance.

Their haunting chants are summoning

All the pagan souls.

In that cold night,

Where a glorious past has come

To fill the emptiness of the present

Led by our own strength

We are walking

Towards the supreme fate

Of our mighty race

Through sacred battlefields.

Apokalyptik desire...

Death : the only truth here.

Enemies all falling

Our ruthless swords

Cut their impure flesh !

Triumphant anger...

Heinous screams, our victorious cheers

In the infernal storms

To the throne

Of the proud king

Who has been waiting

For accursed centuries

To see a white dawn

Rising again !