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The smoke fades into a black swirl at the scene of the massacre
The vultures fly away, howling their disappointment at abandoning the bodies
The women are desolate and the priors go there with their pious simulacrum
But the warriors isolate themselves and shout their decision to spread death
Today my brothers here we are gathered under the web of death
The blood of our fathers feeds the inferno of a fire that devours us
A bloodthirsty hatred that haunts our thoughts and animates our bodies
My brothers I appeal to the judgment of blood
Hands towards heaven we take an oath
Destruction!
ravage their lands, kill, pillage, massacre without fear or remorse
like the angel of hell, the champion of the damned, taking his terrible flight
May the song of iron without failing lead me in my dance of death
My brothers I appeal to the judgment of blood
Hands towards heaven we take an oath
Atonement!
With fire, blood, terror and torment
Sowing nothingness l
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