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Where summits collide and streams turn to ice |
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Where night drips damp blood and thick clouds wage war |
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Where lands are aghast and shades spread afar |
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There we erect our black banner of pride. |
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Where soil is too low and mist covers all |
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Where foul corpses pile and life turns to dust |
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Where mankind is scum and pestilence reigns |
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There we still fight under our banner of pride. |
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Where a base stinking race holds the reins of all ours |
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Where weak dogmas stretch their domes to the skies |
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And vile social thoughts trample hierarchies down |
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There war shall wield our black banner of pride. |
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Battle for those of us who are still proud men |
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Triumph for those who hold the black standard high. |
