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[01:39.06]Across many miles to German's land, frison's born and
[01:40.98]Belgian frontiers, snow storms are raging...
[01:43.64]Tryggvasons battles are near, the white fields separate us.
[01:54.08]Christian! You're gonna die by our frost!
[01:59.52]At middle age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
[02:26.65]ancient pagan cult, wrap of mysteries.
[02:33.66]invaded by the filthy Christian tribe.
[02:40.51]we drive them back to the fields of impurity.
[02:43.25]let them die in their rotteness!
[02:48.25][Cronos:]
[02:53.23]"Midnight paths are now engaged to our lust.
[02:54.08]Sons of SATHANAS, we are gathered for the one.
[02:57.54]Frosted snow falls on cadaveric faces,
[03:02.19]colder than the cross of ice.
[03:04.92]The unholy benediction of the silver moon.
[03:08.64]spiked crown shinning on these marble steps!"
[03:14.78]Limburg, across the Vesder to the black forest,
[03:19.65]there stand the crypt where were invoked
[03:21.93]demonic souls they came from the Gehenna to us.
[03:23.73]to bless their legions in which they trust,
[03:28.88]praying for us warriors of the dark Pentagram.
[03:31.15]Christianity is just a matter oftime.
[03:36.95]We'll drive them back to their Nazareth hills,
[03:41.67]with the solicitude of SATAN!
[03:47.52]Burning their churches, jagged their whores.
[03:50.21]Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
[03:53.01]As they please us to rip them off like porks!
[03:56.84]Tryggvasons battles, the ancient Belgian war.
[04:03.46]The war without sanity... Without mercy...
[04:13.42]A war for an era without Christian lies...
[04:57.02]Oooohh! Lord of lust and fear of impiety...
[04:57.33]It's time for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
[04:57.91]Limburg, town of my ancestors!
[04:58.67]In the eternity of times I'll worship you forever...
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