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You who have become the legend! |
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I summon you mighty warriors! |
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Your power, honour and pride |
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Shall encourage all of us. |
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The same blood runs in our veins. |
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But our brothers' minds are poisoned. |
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Their spirit should be purified. |
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Enemies' temples burnt to the ground... |
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We raise the swords and start new war |
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Against the plague of foreign |
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Gods. Fidelity and pagan pride |
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Will lead us to the final glory! |
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Nothing can deafen voice of blood. |
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Instinct decodes every lie. |
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Strong arms will soon throw down the chains |
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And bring the lost dignity back... |
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Let's raise the swords forged in blood |
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Together with forefathers' ghosts. |
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Invisible astral power |
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Shall turn us into cruel beasts. |
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Immortal are the ideals for which we fight and proudly die. |
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There is a flame of heritage, that every man has to protect. |
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We are the last bastion of truth. |
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Those who have never betrayed their roots. |
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The heathen fire of our hearts |
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Can only raise but never go out! |
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We take an oath on our swords |
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To raise them when it's time to fight. |
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When alien offend our faith. |
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And spit on forefathers' grave... |
