Our swords, pikes, and axes
As if they had sharper edges
Victory is close at hand
Hymns are sung in the land
As if they had sharper edges
Victory is close at hand
Hymns are sung in the land
Ends this horrid dream of enemies
And begins their eternal sleep
Perhaps when circle reachers its end
Where something is born, other's dead
Rival's plunder'll be no more
From blood our bliss is born
That all without hesitating
Must be duly celebrated
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- Second Creation
- The last battle
- Holy War
- So Many Murders Have Been Happening
- The Last Warning
- Emperor of Blue Sky
- Eyes of the Victim
- Jesus Christ
- Krvestreb
- The end of messiah
- Death to False Ones
- Expansion of the Church
- Lucans
- The judgment day
- Treachery
- What's Good For Me, That Good Is
- A Song Of Black Ravens
- Barbarians
- Crucial Battle of Blood Successfully Over Is