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No more reign of crosseswith hanging corpses of god's son Enough damned bellsof false asshole's temples I raise the ancient gods I summon the honest spirits I revive the ancient magic I draw the might from the moonshine I keep the holy fire All for the everlasting revange All for the honest masters Lords of the black forest Rulers of Night and Darkness Gods of the ancient (aryan) Europe Pagan winds of distant North The might of unholy Norvay's forestis in you Cold gloom and power True Evil and good Give us what are we waiting for themillenium And soon the Cromlecheswill be full of christian blood! We will kill in the moonshine We will become the killers,shadows of each christian Their temples will be covered by blood We will destroy their altars We will turs into ashes their graves For burned witches For lost beliefe and might For Pagan and Heretic's blood For trees and forest of killed Druids For our lost gods...
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