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This light that is coursing through my veins

The vril power is mine to control

Seeing beyond what can be seen by mortal man

In tune with the harmony of this land

Power is showing

Vril is flowing

Rays of Black Sun shining down

The light, not bright, nor dark - the green light in the sky!

I walk the path, paved with glass stone

Down to the altar - I kneel

Upon visages of ancient gods I swear

This oath to fight and to bare!

I know where I'm going

Where our enemies are growing

Sign of Black Sun spreading now

The light, not bright, nor dark - the green light in the sky!

This world is now the battle ground, between us and the forces of entropy

The fulfilment of an Eternal Symbol, the true god of heroes

Not a god of slaves or of Jews

We have understood, that we have now transcended beyond

"The warriors of Hyperborean hosts

We are now today the advance guard

The priest-warriors of a New Revelation"

The eternal struggle burns within

We must make ourselves strong and right!

Unless we move forward with our aims

All we be lost, and we'll fall into darkness for all time

"The hero became a slave, and we lost the memory of the cause

We lost the love towards tortured nature

Leaving perception, our nostalgia of Hyperborea"

"We went straight into the abyss, without hope, without exit!

Until the very gods of Valhalla, at the end of the age of Pisces,

at the nadir of the Kali Yuga, decided to come to the aid of the fettered prisoner,

of the warriors, the vitas, already almost at the point of succumbing and losing the great battle.

They made possible the advent of the cycle of the hero, of the Yuga of heroes."