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Monarch of the Dark Sovereignty

All glory to he who has worn the banner of his blood,

For its purity shall dwell immortally into his deeds,

As eternal his pride for the glory of his Nation

The monarch is crowned by the will of the ancient wisdom.

Clad in white, misty aura of the purest,

That circled its omens open the throne of might

Nihil - Who sworn the pestilance

That shall sweep the foolish scum.

hear the noble spirits, as they chant for a new age,

Strenghtening the hordes as they march onwards

Towards infinity, casting down a new era of blood and of grace.

Unholy wisdom, war to cleanse the earth

From the feeble spirits of holy,

The symbol of, their lives drowned in ignorance,

Worn by he who has followed the voice of his blood.

My kingdom has grown, far from what has wakened the earth,

Away from what has putrified our knowledge.

My throne was built beyond the reign of man,

Away from what they have learned to believe.