Текст песни: From the Black Metal Book + перевод

We’ll set altars on fire

We’ll rape the belts of false chastity

We’ll profane all the books

Glory to the emperors! death to the generals!

We’ll renounce all of the servitude

We’ll renounce all of the crosses

We’ll built our land

To the axes those who make use of them

Here there’s a world

In which the magician can tread,

But for doing so, it’s necessary

To be dressed in a shining armor,

A dreadful sword and a strong fist

These weapons are strong,

…but easily rusted during long periods

In the atmospheres of these places…

With our blades we’ll cut your throat

With the wisdom of our ancestors

We’ll build strongs wall

We’ll build our own rules

To the ashes the all falses gods

Cos' the alive gods gods will celebrate this day

The victory of the black metal

The victory of the black metal

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