كلمات The Arrival of Warbanners

We march before a martyred world, An enemy of the rotten corpses We bring a great heroic day of victory And might for realm of death We hold a banner drenched in blood We urge you to be brave, For the great day of wrath is coming, And who shall be able to stand? The frosty north wind blows there Where we are gathered Sunlight has turned into shadows And mankind has fallen into darkness of oblivion Come and see the dawn of new sovereign In all colours of red We are the ocean of wrath that swells Unrestrainedly, swallows into the abyss Of maelstroms, and drowns whole Civilization in watery grave We are the legions of nihilistic order That has travellers through oceans Of emptiness, to become sovereigns Of new world order We are the future! Here and now is our time! The dawn of new sovereign! The world without an end!