Текст песни Monarch Of Bloodshed And Eternal Victory

Awaken, this sanguinary imperative

Blood boils over confining walls

For the Luciferian diathesis, that which stands above all

Ordain the age of their suffering

Decimate their enfeebled kingdom

In vengeance rent upon the entrails

Torn of the obsolescent human faeces

Deities of vengeance, bestow upon me your favour

That I might smite mine enemies whilst they sleep

Preserve the mighty, oh bringer of retribution

Crush those prostrate at my feet

May we the spiteful and our kingdom,

In purifying vengeance reign

I shall be as the incendiary,

And consume in fire their remains

And now an internecine lineage

Is born unto this world

With hatred and contempt,

For this enfeebled world

With knotted club as sceptre,

And divine lightning at it's grasp,

Resolute and statuesque

In immortal phallic might

Stout in virtue and defiance

Stands the stratum that bears it soul,

Spartan crushers of the yoke

Embody the dialectic that shall conquer all

One man shall fell one thousand

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"Bring my enemies before me,

Vanquished shall they be"

All the old races lie dead and buried

Amid the Faustian ruins

Of the effeminate

All the old doctrines lie hollow and empty

In the twilight of the imperium

Of the decadent

Arise ascetic amidst the decay

As he who is still unfettered

Ordain the consummation in Pandemonic fire

Of the downtrodden infidel

All the old hierarchies lie ineffectual and useless

In the hedonistic weakness

Of the effeminate

All the old maxims lie lost and lowly

In the intoxicating senility

Of the decadent

Arise in conquest amidst the decline

As he who is the destroyer

Ordain the cull of the worthless dross

Sadistic victor

Consanguine Catharsis of the feted, base and inane

Astride the throne in primacy when Rome shall fall again

To be throned when empires sink in storms of steel and flame

To be throned when weakling breeds are hunted down like game

To be throned in the eminence of sanguinary disarray

To reclaim the sceptre in hatred, in spite, in conquest