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We bear the bloodline of the conqueror |
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Behold this war scarred coat of arms |
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Weathered and worn are we |
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But with an eye ajar we sleep with blade in hand |
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We're waiting for the call |
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Join us, black valor's on our side |
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Striking with satanic force |
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We'll crust their fabled |
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ChristDecimated by a whirlwind of insufferable attacks |
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Impenetrable black phalanx of our unblessed spear and shield |
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We march upon the enemy with hate, with hate |
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On this day of victory |
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Christian blood will soak these battlefields |
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The tidings of a war infernal |
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Destruction of all angelic life |
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To bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled |
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Armageddon's drawing nearer |
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On the coattails of the end we'll ride |
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Of death we hath no fear |
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Hails, black valor's on our side |
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Boundless is unholiness iniquitous our pride |
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Each man a god unto himself spirit never to die |
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To the almighty one, unholy bearer of horns |
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Empower me, flow through my veins |
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And carry me in war |
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To the unwavering devoted to the dark |
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I drink these wines of majesty to you |
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Do you show the standard of six hundred sixty sixth? |
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Will your flesh withstand the dawning of apocalypse? |
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Does your will it guide the spear that pierced the martyr's ribs? |
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We will not rest till this rotten planet's black as pitch |
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The tidings of a war infernal |
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Destruction of all angelic life |
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To bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled |
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Brothers, black valor's on our side |
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Striking with satanic force |
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We'll crush their fabled |
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ChristUnhallowed |
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Armageddon's drawing near |
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Boundless is unholiness of death we hath no fear |
