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Have you ever felt the blood

The blood that runs so cold

Have you ever touched the ground

The soil soaked with hate

Black metal is our anthem

Which carries our honour wild-eyed

Bestial as a werevolfe

With warrior strength and pride

My fatherland why are you so quite

When havoc blood we posses

Look at our sons our fallen disgrace

Not making us pride with our past

We are torching winds of war

Sounds of a battle horn

Now we stand to fight

In ashes forever piled