Splendidly Victorious Through the Carnage

Drums of hate and war Pure scorn and hate Lead the March Under north stars And the torchlight Of Master Wotan's one eye Sunset horizon in our sight Angelic gore shall torrent tonight We will crush the bones of their idol And quench Mother Earth's thirst with their blood The ground where they scorn defeat As they lay beneath our feet Shall be their funereal pyre Fallen souls maimed in the myre We salute with sword to Tyr God of war And shield to Fenrir His Lycanthropic spirit, in us, reborn Burn the skull of their crucified idol Immolate the chapel Chime the thunder's roar Almighty Thor The raven's of Wotan return to us They shall show us the way Splendid victory and glory for us As the sun breaks the sky, a new day. The flowers shall grow from their ashes wind-blown. The carnage of their concept of sin The ultimate glory, to their chagrin The Ravens call again...hark! Let us rest in victory beneath Yggdrasil's bark. And even if Armageddon awakened Futile would be its existence For The hand of might is proud and glorious, And with crucifix befallen, we are victorious.