Vorherrschaft piosenki

Blessed are those who walk alone, and blessed are those who annihilate. - I see your empty paradigm: a dry skull to crush, a rotting carcass to hack apart, a kingdom to destroy 

Where the weak fall, the boots come stamping down, crowing out victory where many are enslaved. 

Resist forced subjugation, fight for victory against all nations. 

Rightfully exterminated breeder of desolation, he who dawned the age of cowardice. Man has been betrayed, annihilate the enslaved. 

Barbarian swarms of antichrist from the primal age of virtù wait in solemn stern as i hear the christians ride towards us with their feeble lit cross. 

Command of spiraling steel, in stern innovation of strong. the weak, by force, shall fall to the hands of iron will 

Countless kingdoms fall before cloven hoofs; valor yields victorious to the chosen ones. 

Blood spilled on my part shall return ten-fold. Nothing stands in the way of iron and valor. 

Your god has been destroyed, and this is your one life. Till death shall ring our necks, your promise I reject.