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our spears point your hearts

darkness in my soul embraces the sun

as the moonlight draws near

our shadows disappear

blessed are the ancient psalms

blemished are your arrogant flags

grinding your faces into your blood

paying my tribute to my motherland

turn rage into anger

turn hate into pride

my death star has risen

on the wings of inferno i shall ride

ride…

i'm the spitting image of god

once pretender to his throne

now i'm scattered to the four winds

as a scavenger for souls

to grimness i give birth

consigned to oblivion you'll be

chaos i'll restore

darkness it shall be…

our demons are howling with laughter

your archers are drawing their bows

the oath to darkness we swore and we kneel

before the time of rape and kill

we raise our triumphant spears

while marching towards your camps

your women disgracefully beg us

to take pity on their daughters and sons