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Forever Burning, you all, like a thousand suns,those trapped in shackles of mortality.To breed an inhuman hatred for all, fulfilled with force, in the oceans of tears.

Cards of truths dealt on timeless boards of the dead.Forest's gloomy mouth, in which distress sounds loud.

Formation of the lesser shades of the dead.Sounds of deadly march, stubborn race of spectres.

Contempt for the inferior majority.Sons of the burnt spirits!Everything dies all over after them.Sons of the burnt spirits!

Till the crack of pitiless doom. Sons of the burnt spirits! Troops of deadly black pitch. Sons of the burnt spirits!