The mongrels of the light
They are right to think us evil
Elitists we are by divine will
It's in our Nordic blood

Oh, how I long to drink mead
From the empty skulls of my enemies
But victory is already ours
With the impending death of civilization

When Nature reclaims what is Hers
All human progess will be undone
With pounding thunder and freezing winds
The sun swallowed by the black to send
This world headlong into the abyss
Their Magian empire is crushed
By the hammer of the heretic

Self-fulfulling prophecies of end times created in ignorance
By those who spit upon and pervert the old ways
Come to fruition
But we embrace the stamping out of the human disease
With a sardonic grin

Wotan mit uns!
We were right all along
The old gods have returned
A new black order will arise
Alas, Ragnarok

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