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Echoes of steps chunder like war chants

Waiting for facal winds burning the earth

Trails of blood predicating their extermination

Sons of destruction, hell's of devastation

Let the war be our flesh

We'll march like gods of death

Let the hate be our blood

We'll send you to your lot

Heartless cold eyes, iris of ice

From immortal shadows honour will shine

No word from their mouths will ever cry

Mars our name will invoke

The myth resurrected in god

The human in front of us will hend

War sing our anthem

Let the weapons be our mistress

Their screams are enoless

Let the history be our victiry

The eternity our memory

Hail to the fucking war!

Warriors of apocalypse arm yourselves with pride

Where before the divine falled create a new empire

Face the final battle without any fear

Blood will paint the new generation flag