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In the desert lands I defend my reign

Reflection in the vast heavens of death

Through crystal elongation of pain

I will embrace thy darkness of doom

When the twilight regions will whisper my name

Between velvet words and thorny thoughts

The astral emotions control the afflictions

Moments of nihilism with endurance

A lake of oblivion above the stars

Illuminated with subhuman instincts

I'm watching the orchestral indolence

As harp I touched the frosty solitude

And I rode through the dismal skies

The sirens of despair in the center of cross

Will enthrone the sound of nighthordes

The purest form can give value and sense

To the Majestic Master of Insanity

An ancient circle with negative ideas

The light of philosophy in my veins

From the primeval mass we are waiting the call

Our weapon is the faith in our fatherland

Filling us with the supreme strength

To confront and conflict our enemies

Holding our banners with proud

We walk against the subhumans

To bring our will in the sovereignty

The voices of our fathers from the past

Are giving us the power to devastate

All the infected worms of Christ

The fog in the forest is the delegate of our Gods

The nightfall around the subdued sky

United us under a sacred name

The name of Gods, Hellens!

In our hands the sword of justice

It will exterminate the hypocrites

And our lands it will be free again...