The bloody wrathful moonStares down upon the earthFrom behind the
The great Baltic SeaCold northern windsAnd the holy might of
The black mass, overwind crossFigure in black, reading the sentenceIs
World has drowned in dirtYou'll never achieve the sun ideal'Cause
On the lonely mountainWhere the white snow liesAngel exiles from
Distance, interwall, wallI close my eyes, I see the darknessI
The diabols wheep, to loose selfcontrolMy screaming life, the sacrifice
When the dark is falling fastAnd the snowstorm breaks the
Life is sickness but you have to survivePeace is impossible
Here's my sword with me togetherUnited whole my sword and
The world is mutilatedPeople are disfigured tooPowers of evil are
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