We attacked with thousand swords our banners were streaming under clouds at the gates of christian capitol 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. Barbarians in 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. Herds 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 vengence will be cruel blessed by gods and spirits. In self defence of fatherland. Vengence done by our hands brining cruel death for enemies.