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Black host of shadows

Marching to the war

Our souls amongst them

We're going...

...Into death

Axes, enormous swords

To destroy race of weak

In the name of your abyss

We'll kill...

...Our enemies!

Foes-weak race

We'll reign the world

We're few, but each of us

Have ancient power of...

...Destruction

They'vedestroyed bodies of

Our ancestors

But spirit shall survivThese souls are of us

They scored batlle

But war is our

Combative sodom

Believed in us

(He) have loved in darkness

(He) have died in us