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Under black clouds of ravens We honor our pagan past Black hordes with white skin Our banner flies against the moon We drink from the unholy chalice Awaiting the night shall come When we ride with swords and clenched fists To avenge what was always ours... to avenge The torch of Lucifer flickers in the night I shall follow it here And fight for the honor of the horns Honor of the horns Wolves shall sound the victory Your jewish God is dead Your jewish God is dead Once ours and now forever True pagan hearts has been achieved We drink from the unholy chalice The victory is ours True pagan hearts From Letras Mania