In search of a force to gain the power to dominate I just can find around weak slaves of vice Which humiliate and prostitute their pride Miserable beings just worthy a crown of thorns. I just think of destroying them To let them burn in frost I just think of destroying them To let them burn in frost. I shall purify the blood, I shall cleanse my land Sin search of a pure mind and a pure strength To ennoble the militia and to exterminate the mediocre scum For the return of the ancient hierarchies. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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