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Cursed profanated thougths

 Of glory return to me

 Receive my every fall

 My every pain and misfortune

 And wrath will born inside you

 Stronger than sounds of bells

 Primeval instincts will wake

 Pagan brothers of our blood

 Professing to the majesty of horned evil

 The war we'll begin

 Will be the final fall of god's flock

 We'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore

 We'll praise the name of the highest

 What's you fallen god for us

 He had leaded people

 To eternal slavery

 His angels falling into night

 Like dead swans

 to rise never again

 Pagan around the wooden symbols

 Transmitting the power

 From hands to hands

 Blood for god of gods,

 King of kingsunholy master