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Mistakenly dead

Betraying the false impression of mortal optimistics

Challenging the ancient witchery’s laws

We are back, to impose the old order

No longer the men with their’s useless dogmas

No longer women with their’s scare crying

Our intention is forged in steel

And we obey at the Sacred Fraternity’s hierarchy

Armed with a long cutting metal

Protected by the bronze that doesn’t break

And blessed by the forest’s profane rituals

We’ll cross the gates and won’t save lives

Age of suffering

We will provide pain and tragedy at first

After, misery, torture and slavery

Because of the weakness of impure people

And the mock of the princes

We’ll bring our gods, seltlers and banners

We’ll populate your unfertile land with our noble blood

We’ll make you get down on your knees before our Cesars

And render heavy duty, to offer in holocaust

Doesn’t matter how many moons will take the New Age

Doesn’t matter how many blood and tears will be shed

We’ll revenge our martyrs ‘til we pacify our anger

Wait for the end of this Age of Suffering

Age of suffering