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We arrive riding from the deep inferno

to the vanguard of fierce soldiers

we burst in their vain celebration

with our march their hour has arrived

the heavy axes will make justice.

Blood in our hands, hate in our eyes,

pride in our heart, we will bleed you Inldabaottj,

false man disguised of god, Inldabaottj...

... Dies !!!!!!

The crows watch in the heights

his reign to broken by resounding of our steps

the vassals cry to the king of misery

we are the torture of their weak god

the force of fate thats defeats them.

Sons of the lie, kneels down now

and proves the edge of my axe,

we celebrate devouring his spurious flesh,

spitting hid ignoble blood.... let us spit his face,

their head lies in our table.

Now the banner of the great crusade

waves on his inert body,

decayed, neihter the fowls devour him.

We are the unquestionable Gods

proud of our inheritance

and for her we will defeat the enemy.

The Beast reclaims his kingdom,

we eill exterminate all that we are opposed,

we eill demolish their reign

while they clamor to the heaven.