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Our empire whose borders are boundless
With the glory of an aeon of our reich
A land so pure in the name of our forefathers
Where foundations were laid with Dreams of Gold

Cult of the conquerors laying waste to foreign lands
Their plunder so vast to build temples of our native Gods
Our heathen empire enriched by their triumph
So true to the Gods of our Thulean race

To build an empire with the folk of our kind
A future for the name of our people
Runes of blood foretold by the fates and their glories
Emblazoned in the darkness of his single eye

A being of wisdom and immortal glory,
His halls of gold forever on our minds

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