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We attacked with thousand swords |
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Our banners were streaming under clouds |
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At the gates of christian capital the wide river of blood was flowing we attacked with hate in our eyes |
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Their request for mercy was nothing for us, they had no respect for our ancestors today is not a day for mercy. |
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We attacked and golden palaces collapsed. |
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Christ's elected ones paradise was burning their golden bells were tolling the last hour the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe |
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We are just blessed soldiers from the depths of unbaptized forests barbarian in the wolfish skins |
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And we had pleasure to burn the vatican! |
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Gods returned and now they are with us |
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Spirit of war possessed our souls |
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Our swords want to fight with our moves |
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Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica |
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Hers of ravens fly between the clouds |
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They'll come to the earth, when we go away |
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They'll eat food we prepared |
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They'll drink blood we have spilled |
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Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel blessed by gods and spirits |
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In self defence of fatherland |
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Vengeance done by our hands bringing cruel death for enemies. |
