| We stand at the dawn of the battle of ages
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| And proudly raise our heads towards an endless blood red sky
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| Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and hate
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| For on this day the cursed ones will finally prevail
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| Fire in the sky — humanity will die
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| Cosmic winds of hate — sealing mankind’s fate
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| The feeble race stands frozen — realising they’re not chosen
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| Their dreams will end in pain — through universal bane
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| A ferocious yet majestic storm slowly rages on
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| Consuming the pathetic mortal’s realm of light
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| Celestial clouds are spitting astral flames without end
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| Reducing pitiful Christian souls to blackened dust
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| Not a shadow nor a memory survives in this dimension
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| And even time itself is doomed to perish in the flames
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| Behold this day’s grotesque obliteration of mankind
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| A monumental tribute to the rise of utter darkness
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| A thousand silent centuries have passed
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| Still equilibrium is once again regained
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| Our heathen hearts are filled with melancholy and honour
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| And as we proudly raise our swords to hail the dark of night
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| A distant light marks the coming of a greater era… |