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Black hateful visions

Haunt me every night

I see a world plunged into chaos

Destruction and death at every turn

From the ruins of light I rise

carrying the crown of forgotten kings.

The winds from the east call my name

the wolves chant hymns of vengeance

Black hateful visions devour my sight,

yet from the void I carve my truth

The master’s fire burns eternal

fed by the bones of the christs servants

And when sventhevith calls from the sky

I shall stand at his right hand

not as man

but as spirit forged in thunder

dreaming the dream of dominion

in the endless winter of gods