اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The eldest battles never ends
An attack on judean masses
Faith is the womb of lies
And fear is a fist to the heart
So come forth!
Through paths and woods in the silent blood
Hidden in the forest , awaiting you betrayers
By darkness your voice shall be extinguished
So come forth!
From the throne of that mountain
We can see your slain bodies
Oh! The night of the long knives!
So come forth!
Hate , cold'n black
A blaze, the empire burns
Conquering the night.
