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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 with hate in our eyes Their request for mercy was nothing for us, they had no respect for our ancestors today is not a day for mercy. We attacked and golden palaces collapsed. Christ's elected ones paradise was burning their golden bells were tolling the last hour the last hour of christian rulers in pagan europe We are just blessed soldiers from the depths of unbaptized forests barbarian in the wolfish skins And we had pleasure to burn the vatican! Gods returned and now they are with us Spirit of war possessed our souls Our swords want to fight with our moves Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica Hers of ravens fly between the clouds They'll come to the earth, when we go away They'll eat food we prepared They'll drink blood we have spilled Epilogue : the vengeance will be cruel blessed by gods and spirits In self defence of fatherland Vengeance done by our hands bringing cruel death for enemies. From Letras Mania