[Instrumental]
Born because of Darkness Full of primitive evil, We life again. United by hatred, We go hurting the weak We kill enemies - purify the soul. Our existences
Our souls evil and cruel, depraved they call: Oh, how much I'd like to fight! Oh, how much I'd to see the blood of my enemies on my father's ground.
I don't regret anything the bridges of life, Feeling the earth's cold on my face. I come to you, Oh, wonderful death! Rending the sight, Hiding the
to hide... We are still fighting gods are with us! I'm Dreaming. Dream about power of the white race, Dream about superiority of the master on the icy
