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I transform in blasphemies imbued

I break free, borders bend

Ethos of the meek

Gathered we are

To swear the oath with the unspeakable

To oppose their ways

Come, genocide leaders

I invoke you

Hated heroes of the Iron Will

The Devil's finest

Hail masters of chaos

Who filled lands with awe and fear

Nations wept under your whip

I salute you, King

The Devil incarnate

Gathered we are

In the name of purity

To clean ourselves

With wrongs immoral

Not to inverse — but to reject

Not to conform — but to challenge

Let us bathe in the blood and pain

Of our misdeeds

Lords of hell fed thereof

Hail the carnage of your design

Ever pleasant to the Evil Ones