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Triumphant, purifying winds

Howling from roots of my homeland

Deep distant call

As black flame rises again

Forgotten values shall be restored

By desecrating laws of weak

We shall stand above all

Wake up black hordes

From ancient slumber

Ride down from the mountains

Cleansing the land like cold steel

As they tremble before our might

I desire blood, i desire fight

With my restless heart

Sworn to the ancient land

Mastering the art of war

I will not rest

Until the resistance is crushed

Over the hills i see the blood moon rising

And with hate i march against the new world

To regain what has been lost

As knight of ancient past

I shall fight like hungry wolf

Without fear the glorious death awaits me

Nocturnal storm... Fury of blades...