Gods! give me the power to destroy the christian gods give me the rule over the fire to burn the houses of god Give me the power over the wind to crush
At midnight wind was blowing, Transylvanian snow was falling, from the bloody womb of woman, Son of Dragon was born...
The secrets of darkness and light were hidden by the Gods underneath the waves of the sea The darkness of the depths covered the jewels Today the depths
The last night has come, and dawn will never come The sound of kettle drums spreads the hymn of Hatred Into the war we come, its time of the last battle
You who have become the legend! I summon you mighty warriors! Your power, honour and pride Shall encourage all of us. The same blood runs in our veins
On a cold sunrise out of ashes I will resurrect in the shine of red sacrifice I which has seen the twilight of the Gods I will come back in old faith
No mercy in my heart I was born for war, not for love Rage and voices of my dying enemies Fill my soul and my heart War craft is my life Stern school
Sit down brave warrior! Your journey is finished Now you do not have to Be afraid of guileful foe You are among old oaks Protected by holy place Look
When blood covers your eyes When death dances around you Your laugh in her face with despise Because the time for your death has yet not come In the
Bloody red glow came into sight to brighten Dance darkness of night up Gods gave rise to a new war! This was is not just a war Today brothers kill each
In Celtic Winter wolves wear the white garments... In Celtic Winter the weak hearts die... In Celtic Winter hunger tears human bowles... In Celtic Winter
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With rage born of years Of christian slavery I destroy symbols Of christian domination Falsehood and emptiness I desecrate Fight makes me a beast Subhuman
I came, led by the stars Spirits of the damned draw me near Mayhemed winds showed me the way And now i stay here, born from the wolf Scream of pain sounds
In the shield of the Sun is the power The light of the Aryan knowledge The four wings of the sun The hope of spirits, and the strength of will As proud
of everlasting night BLOOD - it tastes like a wine from the blackest grapes of sin And I known the final destiny I saw the dark gates of graveland So
The path leads me through the night I search for ancient signs The light of my torch, can't pierce through the darkness Dead shadows rise from the light
We attacked with thousand swords Our banners were streaming under clouds At the gates of christian capital the wide river of blood was flowing we attacked