Upon these vile remains of Christ I hold the lance that pierced the fool His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies Recite nine times the antique rite His majestic hands Poised before the weeping Jew Unto the veil of sin... A fine of gold to those who fall Transfix the lamb to hail my king Equal sons in benevolent rule All sprang forth from the well of life Up from the primordial swamps of one million years ago Unto the highest mountain peaks with all life spread below A vision of all the world With its nations and races and tribes The mosaic of human life with some not meant to sanctify Trails of ancestors past, foretell of a destiny Forgotten words and archetypes, the laws by which we see Defile the angelic... We march to divinity with our destiny in our wings Over desolate lands of earth and sand where the chosen Jews were raised Praise thee, hymns of archaic lore foretell of a time to be Evolving forth into the light, forging a new destiny Through ice and through snow, though darkness and light, The ferocity of the struggle attests to the might Defile the angelic... A vibrant force greets the dark The endtime battles commence Blood shed in a great cleansing flow The banner of tradition and order stands proud once again...
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