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In the ashes of the old gods the weak shall perish

their names erased from stone and blood

sons of betrayal spit upon their fathers soil

but the earth rejects them

for only those who bear their loyalty in wounds

shall pass through the fire and be remembered.

The cold wind blows through the black forest

Carrying the scent of blood and death

Our enemies tremble in fear

As we march towards Rome

Our enemies fell one by one

The paradise of Christ’s chosen ones was set ablaze

Their golden bells tolled the final hour

The last hour of Christian rulers in pagan Europe

We are the winds of revenge

Blowing through this cursed land

We will not rest until our enemies fall

By our mighty swords!

The storm crowns us with iron frost

the rivers rage with the names of the fallen

old gods whisper through the pines

their voices awaken the courage of the ancients

Through fire and ruin we stride unbroken

bound by oath, by blood, by steel

the winds of revenge carry our song

a hymn of thunder that no age can silence