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Like an eternal legion of evil
Marching against enemy territory
These roaring marauders
Hate, actors of death
They ravage village and city
Destruction in the highest degree
Where they trample, crush
Sing a dark song
In bloody chill
They rise our groves, forests, bad in mind
Now hear the wrath in the ashes, in the memory
Quiet our immoral land
Again now the sword is grasped in hand
They shake village and city
Destruction in the highest degree
Where they trample, crush
Sing a dark song
In bloody chill
Thirst and hunger, it has no end
Endless supply of meat and gunpowder
Fires of anger, which dragons blow
Spirits of death, fed up, panting
Blind to the word of the rulers' quarrel
They tear ice piece by piece, they cut to death
Soot and bone marrow loa gner they sing
With a fan-filled, tarred tongue
They shake village and city
Destruction in the highest degree
Wherever they trample, crush< br/>Sing a dark song
In bloody chills
[English translation:]
[Devilish]
Like an eternal legion of violence
March to enemy regions
These roaring pirates
Pawns of hatred and death
They pillage towns and cities
Holocaust in its highest extent
Wherever they trmple, destroy
Sing a dismal song
Feast in gore
They tread on our farming lands, woods, ill in their hearts
Hear now the wrath in the ashes, in the memories
Our infertile land stands still
Again the swords are grabbed
They pillage towns and cities
Holocaust in its highest extent
Wherever they trmple, destroy
Sing a dismal song
Feast in gore
Thirst and hunger, they have no end
Endless stocks of flesh and gunpowder
Flames of fury, puff like dragons
Spirits of death, blasting, blowing
Blind to their lord's words
They rip in pieces, strike to kill
They sing about gime and bonemeals
With a devilish, tarred tongue
They pillage towns and cities
Holocaust in its highest extent
Wherever they trmple, destroy
Sing a dismal song
Feast in gore

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