ORODRUIN Hymns Of Aryan War
..."UNDER FORGOTTEN SKIES"...
"Sword Of The Northern Soul": Honoring pagan ancestry, we gather upon stone. Through prophecys of blasphemey, our sprit shall eternally roam. Angels weeping and left alone, as we raise the sword of the northern soul. We will ride into battle, for our fate is armmagedon...We will ride into glory, for our hate is eternal. Eternal battles testing, our courage and might. You are the anvil, that our hammers shall strike. The voice of the ancient, scream forth their call. We answer in battle, as we raise the sword of the northen soul. Aeons have passed since tales of the crucified one hace arrived, yet still our fathers lay suffocated beneath hidious monuments to christ. We will meet you in battle once again, and it shall be your dying breath visible in our kingdoms of frost...
"Journey Through Cosmic Crypts": I stand behind the eyes of eternity, beyond the grace of god. I stare at the sleeping earth below me, my fate beckons me. Through cosmic crypts, towards forseen victorys,through much bloodshed...like wine upon consecrated earth. The sacred ritual of battle, for my fathers is shall die, travel beyond the stars to slay the enemys of heathen might. As your creations lay usunder, we breath an ancient hate upon the ashes. As the cowardly writhe in pain, we spit upon your dead. Glory through vengance, my journey through cosmic crypts. The wrinkles in time finally rip, forcing war upon the weak, as a voice from centuries past awakens in our hearts, our jouney has only begun, through halls of the mind...
"The Eyes Of Pride": The blood of the impure, shall choke the skies above. With honor in our hearts, we ride through storms of ice. Our enemys are too weak to face these eyes of pride. We ride on winds of revenge, We grasp the powers of our past, We are the mighty, Proud and ageless, We are the storm, A furious force. Though we may die in fight to satisfy thirsty gods, We still shall see a glorious new dawn. Where men of pride and might, hold our banners high, where no cross shall tread our soil, where the weak shall meet with death. The stench of the impure, shall choke the skies above. With honor in our hearts, we ride through storms of ice. Though we may die in fight to stisfy thirsty gods, we still shall see the glorious new dawn ...
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