Born because of Darkness Full of primitive evil, We life again. United by hatred, We go hurting the weak We kill enemies purify the soul. Our existences are hymns to the glory of Darkness We ride to wings of Pagan storm The Moon leads us. When we fight, we do it to take the revenge for our brother killed in the sunshine We are not mortal... Weve always lived in Darkness! We are not weak... Now united we pay the homage to paganism and our existences!
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