A dark mist covers the moonlight,
As so, it blinds our view,
But we keep struggling to break through,
And unveil the path of darkness.
Unholy and pagan chants we hear,
Screams and laments follows us,
Hate and repulse hit us,
No matter what, we stand in our feet,
And keep fighting against it.
Darkness fills our path,
Mist blinds us,
Screams deafen us,
Hate tries to slay us,
But all of that make us stronger and stronger.
The throne, with the horned one awaits us,
The dark embrace is near,
Thy power of darkness guides us,
So many secrets are there for us to unveil.
We'll be on guard to raise our swords,
Raise them against those who stole our pure lands,
Raise them against the false prophet that corrupted our world,
We'll raise them when we defeat the rotten god and his inferiors,
Only our journey will end,
And when our journey ends, we'll sing the pagan chant of victory.
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