Clad in armour, strong of will Eye for an eye, kill for a kill "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it" Cross and half moon in total war "Allah Ahkbar", "God wills
No house stood there but straight Its walls must crack In full mid-day The darkness was so grand And no light was in the land... Fatherland
Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian
Hail to the Seducer [M:] Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant [G:] You create your own kingdom [M:] Surrounded by creatures who pledge their
Blasphemous rites Churches in flames Satanic oath Blasphemous rites Churches in flames Obscurity reigns Feast on meat Drenched in blood Denial of Christ
Hail to the Celtic tribes Hail to my Ancestors Hail to my Forefathers Hail to the Germanic tribes No one could conquer No one could take our Land
Hate! Take the blood, take the blood Of my enemies Total hate I want them to die Total misantropia Who needs weak flesh or family Total misantropia Say
Captured in this paradise of light I can only feel lost No grief, no pain How to maintain This world is no longer mine A warlord I was, cities we took
won though with our life we paid) Victory or Valhalla Must again be the rallying cry Ancient pride restored Let the ancient banners fly high Broken
O infernal majesty Condemn him to the pit Evermore to suffer in Perpetual anguish Bring thy wrath upon him Send forth thy messengers To proclaim this
The cause of the Templar's order Was beyond religion So brilliant their splendour So wealthy their order Channelling all esoteric knowledge Into one
On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post Celebration in the city of
! Thy Kingdom come Spit on the cross Denial of Mary Mother of Whores MASTER Infernal... Kill the priest Crush the priest Drink his blood Rites of the
Chill the air, although only september Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come to an
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Invictus! Invictus! I have