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The king, the land, the might, the act of sacrifice

Oldest term and the black book in the elders rime

The blood, the mind, the knife, the lack of sanctified

Once it burns and a sear appears as a mark

Fire! Dagger! A night! An oath!

Fire! Dagger! A night! An oath!

Into the deepest forest

Into the coldest nights

Infront of the adherents

I stab my preys heart

Into the blackest shadows

Infront of summoned souls

I Yell for black alliance

A once starless oath

The beast, the meat, the corpse, the stench of death

In a place so dark one can only see the altar

The cave, the dirt, the norm, the sign, the candlelight

In a circle formed of wraiths and pentagrams

Fire! Dagger! A night! An oath!

Fire! Dagger! A night! An oath!

Into the deepest forest

Into the coldest nights

Infront of the adherents

I stab my preys heart

Into the blackest shadows

Infront of summoned souls

I Yell for black alliance

A once starless oath

The dark replies, the rite, the words from hell

Let the living and the dead make a great connection

The strain, the smoke, the strike, the great success

Execution of an oath for the whole existence