Krig, Dolk, Herske کے بول

We're a race of masters & conquerors, the column of banished civilizations, the black inner illumination of a lucid madness. Our existance if full of obscure manifestations which give utterance through our art & acts, our art even is an immortal supreme weapon, ineluctable fatality against no one can fight. Beyond the forgotten woods I can feel the nocturnal emmanation of mysterious presences, may they come to learn me the ancient secret fundamental signs of creation & destruction, of light & darkness & I shall become the nemesis. The ancestral celestial blood of north flow in my impure flesh, in the solitude of endless night with ill temper I create some new hymns for the highest glory of my empire I'm the opener of the cosmic door of dreams, the fire burn in me & till my last breath I'll embrace the triumph of evil & death. I'm a lunatic god howling with the wolves, the symbol of a terrific force, fighting for the supremacy of the nordic pantheon. I'm the war, the dagger & domination.