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We bear the bloodline of the conqueror,

behold this war-scarred coat of arms.

Weathered and worn are we,

but with an eye ajar,

we sleep with blade in hand.

We're waiting for the call!

Join us, black valor's on our side.

Striking with Satanic force,

we'll crush their fabled Christ.

Decimated by a whirlwind,

of insufferable attacks.

Impenetrable black phalanx,

of our unblessed spear and shield.

We march upon the enemy,

with hate, with hate.

On this day of victory,

Christian blood will soak these battlefields.

The tidings of a war infernal!

Destruction of all angelic life,

to bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled.

Armageddon's drawing nearer,

on the coattails of the end we'll ride,

of death we hath no fear.

Hails!

Black valor's on our side!

Boundless is unholiness,

iniquitous our pride.

Each man a god unto himself,

spirit never to die.

To the almighty one,

unholy bearer of horns.

Empower me, flow through my veins,

and carry me in war.

To the unwavering,

devoted to the dark.

I drink these wines,

on majesty to you.

Do you show the standard,

of six-hundred sixty sixth.

Will your flesh withstand,

the dawning of apocalypse?

Does your will it guide the spear,

that pierced the martyr's ribs.

We will not rest 'till,

this rotten planet's black as pitch.

The tidings of a war infernal!

Destruction of all angelic life,

to bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled.

Brothers, black valor's on our side!

Striking with Satanic force,

we'll crush their fabled Christ.

Unhallowed Armageddon's drawing near.

Boundless is unholiness,

of death we hath no fear.