Woorden:
Arghoslent

[instrumental]

Upon these vile remains of Christ I hold the lance that pierced the fool His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies Recite nine times the antique rite

Burying swords into emaciated ribs Tired naked souls Could no longer walk Exotic filthy mongrel dogs Fettered to failure By a flawed genome With laziness

Union of noble blood Silent troops that charge Forwards to die Countless await their fate Charge into cities of ruin and death Sacred flesh, martyred

Subversion of the wild and Wicked ways of the untamed Legendary providence of breeding warriors Chests bedecked in metals Looted from savage lands Our

From a deep forest beyond the Alps Into Gaul then Italy they leave their mark The shouting savage people have no fear of death Hordes of warriors launched

The European taste for sugar cane Tobacco in thick Precious leafy fronds Amenities not found in colder climates Are sought Above the steaming jungle

Come forth you shameless dark cunt Appeal to my mercy for your life I command the helpless dame Bound and shackled in chains In secluded regions Atop

As they made their journey in 1000 BC Headed for Britain, they were subdued By the Entity... They erected Stonehenge for human sacrifice War was in their