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Behold our testament

this wondrous creation

an empire of lust adorned

with a crown of waste and want

Saviors should we be

yet beggars we've become

clawing for scraps of salvation

from this bastard god of fools

A once noble soul, now long forgotten

condemned to be hunted, eternally

by sycophantic thieves

and those creatures burdened by weakness

As far as you can see

a seething pit of desperate flesh

to be eradicated

A rope around their necks

drag them from their sleep

hoist them up onto the stage

cut their fucking throats

for all to see

A righteous storm of wrath and fury

to rid the earth of a parasitic breed

Amid this dream there is a vision

of a horde beyond nation

weapons of faith and flesh

gleaming in the moonlight

Under one shield we stand

under one shield we rise!

Under one shield we stand

under one shield we rise!

No axe age, no sword age (Truskjold)

no brothers killing brothers (Truskjold)

only a hand of glory rising

beneath the banner of a blackened sun

Under one shield we stand

under one shield we rise!