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Victorious and pure, malicious and proud

Baptised with venom, axes and sword

My soul possessed, desiring blood

Life is a fight, with unholy will

Fire's my god, I summon its force

In rituals bound, this mountain of power

Crimson the altars, hidden from sight

From the midlands dark

To the infinite caves

My shadow and sorrow, reaping the mist

As shining blood upon the veil of night

The lone wolf I am, the holy lands thorn

United with brothers, with the woods so dark

The storms that I face, my ships in the night

Crush the resistance, the wickedness is mine

As with hate and pride I march

With a thousand blades

Glittering, fighting, looting

Over hills life sparks, flame up the night

And the conqueror asks, do I rule myself?

Not until my memory rests with my sword

Hidden from mortals in my cave of gold

And my burning heart rests

Under the rapturous heres of the night