1. EREP ERTON - LA CHAROGNE A L'ANGE


2. PURE

"If we want to reach a boal, we want the means to do it"
The race to life is a better fight, the ride to
to death is a battle of the soul

Par le sang, le feu et le fer
Je suis pur comme le cristal
By blood, fire and Iron, I am
as pure as crystal

it's twilight must not be seen as damnation, death
should be deserved, I do not want to fly away
like rain, but like a hunter.
Freedom is the will to masteronself.
My flame will never be put out. Better to die than be a slave, better to die than be weak.

"War beget freedom", I am proud of the fight
I have taken up and I wish to die a free man
The voill to live breeds the acceptance of death,
But the wish to die rejects the pleasure of life

I hate my flesh, my blood carries sadness,
zats my guts, leaves me without pleasure,
things, for blood, for my honour, for our
victory, our salvations will be born of past sacrifices.

I swear faith to nothingness, to the purity of chaos, to my carnal alloy...

Par le sang, le feu et le fer
Je suis pur comme le cristal
By blood, fire and Iron, I am
as pure as crystal

"If we want to reach a goal, we want
the means to do it" The race of life is
a gitter right, the ride to death is
a battle of the soul


3. PAR LE SANG DE LA MAUDITE MAJESTE - LES PREDATEURS DE LA RACE

Dansent les flammes, les feux de l'enfer
lorsque mon âme combat pour lucifer
les anges trépassent sous le fer de mon arme
et je suce leur douleur pour ma beauté infâme

De mon âme triste et noire, ma mélancolie honore
la lune et la mort épouse les courbes gothiques de
cette reine. Je vie donc alors de cette nuit et
trace ton chemin de croix. Par les quatre bêtes
placées devant le trône, par le sang de la maudite
majesté, que mon sermon charme vos âmes
damnées.
répugnantes nymphes, mélusine votre mère par la
tristesse s'est baptisée et depuis les abysses
nocturnes de l'hydre de lernes ma voix s'élève
aux cieux enflammés qui saignent.

Par le sang du chaos régnant, des profondeurs
du brasier païen, les légions noires seront
présentent au festin de l'empereur. Déploie
tes ailes et que ton ombre délimite notre
espace vital.

Sous le signe des cornes, nos fiers guerriers
au combat défiant les troupes soumises, fidèles
brebis esclaves

"Malheur à celui qui est faible", par le fer de sa
majesté que son tranchant t'éffondre là
Et songe que bientôt ceux de ton clan
subiront nos assaults et que leur sang
coulera

Par le sang de l'empereur...

Franc guerrier prend cette arme et rejoins
nous au combat, tu es de notre sang et le bouc
veille sur toi. Afin qu'un sang impur
abreuve nos sillons et que règne en maître
éternel, le chaos de purification. J'embrase
la mort, divine mère chérie, place toi
dans nos rangs et honore le blason, celui
de notre terre, de nos espoirs et de notre ordre,
pendant que dans une faussée, nos opposants finiront


4. BATTALIONS OF THE GREAT MONARCH - LE SANG COULE POUR VOMIR DE NOS VEINES

My writs are slashed to death and I make a
Solemn promise, to an eternal creed for
which I condemn myself. I have drunk
tears of archangels, tasted the flesh of
christ and in this beautiful night I want
to enjoy

Choronzon, open the first door for me,
accept our blood union and in the flames
show me the way like moses facing the
red sea.

"My lord and master satan, I acknowledge
you as my god, I promise to serve you as long
as I live and from now I renouce to jesus Christ
I promise to worship you, to pay homage
to you every day..."

Here on the altar of my offering, I
invite you to sleep in autumn rain and
drawing our strench from the nectar of the deads.

Lead me to the doorstep of the great
upheaval, I will prove myself to you
in your crussade

I served in Battalions !
I served in Battalions !
I will serve in Battalions of his majesty !


5. SVARTALFAR UNDER THE BLAZON OF THE EUROPEAN FIRE

In the wild autumn night, I feel the breeze friend of north
It stake the flames of svartaluem, the elves of accursed
Earth brandishes at last the dark blazon mountains collapse
rivers freeze and drink the flesh of all pupets

Light shatters, brushing agains their sinister shadow. In
distance of eternal twilight of battles and crusades rise
... over the dead landscapes.

Think of the glorious black elves those divine svartalfar
and in this enchantment, the moon defeats the clouds.


6. RISE ABOVE THE ORACLE'S LANDSCAPES - N.D.E

The ancestral fullmoon enchants a beauty behind
A shield of snow, beyond a immense forest our
Dignified mother nature gave us an eden

I am the lord of the keys to the oracle, son
of the order 666, this might is my friend and
the flames, my sisters.

A sanctuary of wisdom , source of purity where
the might is eternal and the wolves, her subjects

I rise above the dead and sad landscapes of our lands to
the oracle which on a december night save me freedom
Let this still life survive through hybrid centuries
passing through night rain and the king blizzard

I rise from a storming sea...


7. WE'RE FLYING TO AN IMPERIAL OCEAN OF TYRANNIC LEGIONS - PRINCIPE IMMENSE DE L'ÊTRE

Lying by a dying sun, father of a blaming accursed's
tears world, at dusk's threshold.

Oh god... why have you made of this spot my carnal
resting place ?

delivrance is just promised as ve very fair into the fog's
Abyss stand up a wueen star she incites and
congratulates me for my offences, cause I'm not
afraid to die and join a sparkling vortex.

Yesterday's refractories are getting crowned at
the enemies brother's temple. A thousand
flames adorn the march to the emperor's
citadel.

Invore the stars, suns and winds, enchant
vast forests landscapes and give up their
astal door's cosmic keys.

Open your kingdomn you ! ancient king.
we are the bloom's elite

And then night illuminated by maternal
lunar flames. the how has come, it's time
to make order and dignity, over
cowards ashes. A millenium of triumphant
tenebare and fallen angels will redress
ephemeral religions mistakes.