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He runs through an old misty moor Surrounded by darkness and cold Hunted by the christians so weak Clad in shadows and nocturnal veil Searching for a shelter in the somber night Escaping the holy christian light Seeing a shadow, standing so proud Great evil shade, secret to the crowd Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face He enters the tower of darkest might Invokes his spells from the deepest of nights Pervert legions smite the sheep soul infidel Hordes of dusk arrive, they shall prevail Oh mighty Andras, piss on the hypocrites Crush the christian race and give them shameful kiss Oh warlock Andras, spit on the sacred face From Letras Mania