| We bear the bloodline of the conqueror
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| Behold this war-scarred coat of arms
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| Weathered and worn are we
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| But with an eye ajar, we sleep with blade in hand
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| We’re waiting for the call
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| Join us! | 
| Black valor’s on our side
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| Striking with satanic force, we’ll crust their fabled Christ
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| Decimated by a whirlwind of insufferable attacks
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| Impenetratable black phalanx of our unblessed spear and shield
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| We march upon the enemy with hate, with hate
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| On this day of victory, Christian blood will soak these battlefields
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| The tidings of a war infernal
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| Destruction of all angelic life
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| To bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled
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| Armageddon’s drawing nearer
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| On the coattails of the end we’ll ride
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| Of death we hath no fear
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| Hails! | 
| Black valor’s on our side!
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| Boundless is unholiness, iniquitous our pride
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| Each man a god unto himself, spirit never to die
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| To the almighty one, unholy bearer of horns
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| Empower me, flow through my veins
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| And carry me in war
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| To the unwavering, devoted to the dark
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| I drink these wines of majesty to you
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| Do you show the standard of six hundred sixty sixth?
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| Will your flesh withstand the dawning of apocalypse?
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| Does your will guide the spear that pierced the martyr’s ribs?
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| We will not rest 'til this rotten planet’s black — as pitch
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| The tidings of a war infernal
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| Destruction of all angelic life
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| To bear the mark of the pentagram circle reviled
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| Brothers! | 
| Black valor’s on our side!
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| Striking with satanic force, we’ll crush their fabled Christ
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| Unhallowed Armageddon’s drawing near
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| Boundless is unholiness of death, we hath no fear |