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In the century where man dies
We the huntress of the hollow hills Must put ourselves above pity Above self deception as law We must be again as once were We the soul of the earth As reaping time descends The sour gain of mercy withers Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom We want life we crush the dream of heaven As we bring the blade down one swift move We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life You life lairs crawl on you banded knees As you finally die you will eventually have lost more By not living by the sword than what you lose in death Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies Watch the twilight of your god As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest Take a look into our minds Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength Take a look into our souls Feel your life drained of everything that was Hear my words feel my wrath Your death is sweet All your life is dead priest DEAD!! |
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The death throes of your final benediction echoes
Down the spiral of the world's spine Down upon your great army behind the burning lake The fiery last days of your reign on earth Your falseness is your pity pride Your cowardliness is your whole life My blood is the way of your future My army of pureness will crush your idols Age of empire total war Paradise lies in the shadow of my sword Have i been understood? |
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For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste Therefore I must spill and serve, The blood that in me runs vibrant In the frost of the dying minds, Of Western society I recreate It will be the resurrection, Of the brotherhood of holy death In the year of the Holy Roman Empire, Of night times to come and last The day of which I shall, Lay my sword upon your throats Upon the mighty warriors, Of the land of northern regions Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see And who still have courage to break through into the dying light |
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