1. HEATHEN MYSTICISM PT. I

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2. IMPERIUM

Bloodstains on white marble walls
Signs of the rise of a newborn power
Once enthroned – no longer human
Descendant of the True Gods

Steel-clad hordes in close array
Hail the majesty in crimson
Crowds of slaves with scarred backs
Bow down in the dust

One race under the Gods
Under the sceptre of the Empire
Bonds of blood – bonds of faith
The unity in art and war

Glory forlorn!
Where is thy light?
Wings of the eagle
Sunwheel’s arms
Scorned by the mob
Caste of slaves
Yet – a legacy within
The hearts of the chosen

Symbols eternal
Whence came glory of our kind
Source of the Order divine

Ancient values
Their rise or fall
Is with the last ones who remember


3. SPIRIT AMONG THE RUINS

A lonely wanderer dreaming
On the remains of a forgotten kingdom
Awakened – he follows the golden eagle
Through the labyrinth of ruins

Staying away from drunk masses
Illusions of subhuman delight
Subconscious scorn of grotesque world
Is a call of the sacred fire

All turns to red, brown and gold again
Icy crystal pierces the heart
Inner altar was never destroyed
Eagle, flame, and eternity am I

A spirit among the ruins is one
With the spirit above


4. RAGNAROK - BEHOLDING THE INEVITABLE

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5. LONG LIVE DEATH!

Life is nothing
The Code is everything
The values of my people
Inherited through blood
The meaning of Order
And hierarchy of the sacred bond

Thus spoke I
And the black clouds crawled above

Life is nothing
The ritual is everything
The initiation into warrior caste
With rage and hatred spawned by
The spark of ancient Gods
Deep in the heart

Thus spoke I
And the wind brought forth the smell of death

Transcendence carries forevermore
The scorn for vegetating mob
For those that fear the freezing grip
Of life’s demise
Devoid of wisdom
They are not a part of the sacred cycle

Thus I whispered
As the frost bit my back
And the arrowhead grew colder
And colder
In my chest


6. HEATHEN MYSTICISM PT. II

Truth and Law that were created from the heat
Godlike ideal that destroys the vulgar form
When the curtain of illusions is torn down
By any mean a warrior must pass down the torch

Finding the right path and fulfilling destiny
Beyond misconceptions of deluded mind
While luring blind masses with postmodern masks
A secret order will change the course of time

Unveiling the agents of global subversion
Art, religion, steel weapons and occult war
Cold-hearted initiated warrior-priests
To ride the tiger is to outburst the form