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As my empire arises, from the soil

My heart so ardent, my blood starts to boil

By the fire of the old gods

I burn Nazarene

I rip your Jewish Christ from his throne

And make his kingdom my own

With our swords in hand

We shall rid this blight

From the ashes we shall reign

In our northern idealistic ways

Under... The Blutmond!

Under Wotan's splendor

We will destroy these oppressors

And your Abrahamic beliefs

No more they shall be

Egalitarian ideals reversed

In this modern world so perverse

In the mortal plane we shall reclaim

Under... The Blutmond!