In the glorious times 22 were burnt Hatred and the evil were there indeed In opposition reduce his freedom They cut his world and denied his forefathers Practice in the throne of evil Fanttoft, Skojold and Hollmenkollen will burn in These memories they speak about Glory About a circle that it was inspiring of terror Now we must to reborn And no limit for our freedom Marked for the hatred We must return to forge the throne of evil I hate you Christians fucking posers you do not belong to this place Incongruent bastard fuck your self Only chosen one have right to listen You pathetic existence Just see them make me sick Attack!!! Imposing his will No one should stand idly This is the way Satan represents our freedom Throne of evil Return to reign