Thousand Swords

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

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.