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Awaken now all outlaws and heretics!

And rage against the coming tide

This bastard empire, meaningless age

Of empty minds and hollow hearts

Your voiceless cries will not be heard

For your hands alone can turn wheel

Stand erect now as a pillar of truth

For you are the axis of light

To arms! To arms!

O glorious sons of heroes and conquerers

Awaken the spirit of fury and wrath

That which haunts the halls of your blood

Despite your bloodline of heroes

In this new age you’ve been named the villain

So raise up high the banner of hate

And proudly wear the crown of the enemy

This life is one of strife, know that turmoil is your birthright

Dare to rend the chains that bind, and to yourself be true

Uphold the sacred oath, that which sets your heart aflame

O devotees of the fierce white beast, wear its mark with cold, stoic love

Howl your will into existence and walk the crooked road to the apex

O progeny of Romulus , take up the dread wolf’s skin

Crush every obstacle and let your light shine among the brightest of stars

Tear Gleipnir asunder and bay before Gnipa’s cave

Proud before the wolf cult, to share the rites of the Gang

Twilight’s ashen sepulcher weighs down the carcass of this hollow age

Twilight’s ashen sepulcher extinguishes the flames of the rotting sun

Over the graves at dusk, howl the wolves of the dawn

The black sun shines again!

Over the graves at dusk, howl the wolves of the dawn

Sounding the age of heroes