From the Black Metal Book lyrics

We'll set altars on fire We'll rape the belts of false chastity We'll profane all the books Glory to the emperors! death to the generals! We'll renounce all of the servitude We'll renounce all of the crosses We'll built our land To the axes those who make use of them Here there's a world In which the magician can tread, But for doing so, it's necessary To be dressed in a shining armor, A dreadful sword and a strong fist These weapons are strong, ...but easily rusted during long periods In the atmospheres of these places... With our blades we´ll cut your throat With the wisdom of our ancestors We'll build strongs wall We'll build our own rules To the ashes the all falses gods Cos' the alive gods gods will celebrate this day The victory of the black metal The victory of the black metal