Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree Well create a new humanity Our demonic, five cornered star Is high raised for our integrity Tranquillity, silence peace From this day on will cease As high as the mountains are So dark is the quest History will recreate itself The force of our crusadeunleashed Christianitybeheaded, gutted The blood soaking sour, dry fields Set our blasphemous fires through Christendom Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree Well create a new humanity I am the one who struck layers of plagues Which ravaged the pure and the faithful Job I am the ambiguous riddle in thousands of Manuscripts scrollsspoken of by many, solved by none You all, are the reflections of the sallowness Of my own thoughtssoaked in craftiness, Yet frightened from the gravely cost Forcefed neglect of the darkened Skills arts of which virtue was stung And kept, secretly, In hidden corners of our hearts Brothers, sisters, let us not blame Ourselves, let us not be ashamed of what We have become To take what rightfully was ours To start our mighty saga from the point humanity was paused To learn the lessons of the craft To begin the quest towards the noble darkcause
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