Glorious, splendor, dare blaspheme
On war and terror thoughts have been
Fought oppression, dark possession
The slain gape their hollow eyes aghast
Lie there wounded and mortified
As we pass in majesty
Strike aggression, war succession
Unbounding the borders to our destined land
To be a vagrant kind, securing our passage
Directing our discord
Dark possession hate obsession
As spades are grinding their flesh
Forges of war, weak revolution
Eradicate their pride
Mind violation, desecration
Like moral holocaust rage the damned
Our couth of warriors
Master our gloaming realm
Highest degree of majesty
In silence reign in darkness
Obtain terror, eradicate their pride
Shaped and scarred by terror
Bloodings fractured by violence
Mind incision, fought infliction
As piles of souls are scattered

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