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The mongrels of the light

They are right to think us evil

Elitists we are by divine will

It's in our Nordic blood

Oh, how I long to drink mead

From the empty skulls of my enemies

But victory is already ours

With the impending death of civilization

When Nature reclaims what is Hers

All human progess will be undone

With pounding thunder and freezing winds

The sun swallowed by the black to send

This world headlong into the abyss

Their Magian empire is crushed

By the hammer of the heretic

Self-fulfulling prophecies of end times created in ignorance

By those who spit upon and pervert the old ways

Come to fruition

But we embrace the stamping out of the human disease

With a sardonic grin

Wotan mit uns!

We were right all along

The old gods have returned

A new black order will arise

Alas, Ragnarok