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The infirmity of this world must be purified

We have risen riding the winds of victory

No mercy for the vanquished

they are to be exterminated

The twilight is done

Let the cleansing begin

Under one sign our legions assemble to vanquish the weak

Lamentations are useless

The feeble will fall

This is the day of redemption

Under one sign

The mighty have risen to rule with virulent terror

Supreme glory of vengeance fulfilled

Victorious celebrations proceed