Lust for war...
Blood again on my weapons and
on the ground of our immortal land.
Hordes of dead warriors out of their graves
to bring back an unsatisfied vengeance.
Their haunting chants are summoning
All the pagan souls.
In that cold night,
where a glorious past has come
to fill the emptiness of the present
led by our own strength
we are walking
towards the supreme fate
of our mighty race
Through sacred battlefields.

Apokalyptik desire...
death : the only truth here.
Enemies all falling
our ruthless swords
cut their impure flesh !
Triumphant anger...
Heinous screams, our victorious cheers
in the infernal storms
to the throne
of the proud King
who has been waiting
for accursed centuries
to see a White Dawn
Rising again !

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