No Love, No Compassion
The rise of a merciless vengeance
Through death and war
The cleansing of the liars and superfluous
Hate is our fuel
Will is our force
Darkness is on our side
And they are plotting and crawling
Like fucking cockroaches

He will rise from the dead
And bring the torch to burn our enemies

The ground rumbles as we march
Soldiers of fire
Blessed by the Old Gods
We will destroy the usurpers crowned as false kings
We will open the eye of hell in an ocean of flesh

He will rise from the dead
And hold the torch to burn our enemies

With pain and torture
We will reveal the truth

While the beast wakes up in each of us
They think they will escape our ruthless wrath
These lies to themselves will vanish with their soul
All that will remain of them will be ashes

A spiritual war
Won through matter

He will rise from the dead
And hold the torch to burn our enemies
He will bring the fire
To put the world down on its knees

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