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The infirmity of this world must be purified,

We have risen riding the wings 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.