1. Behind The Horizon

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2. Battle Song

The arrows whizz.
Swords and spears are sparkling in the air.

Pugnacious yells of rage in boundless hate –
black lansquenets are determined to win or die.

Beating and stabbing and strangling and crushing
and slitting the throats.

Smashing the faces, impaling the bodies,
dismembering the foe.

Red coloured landscape – district of war –
covered with mangled corpse in knee-deep pools of blood.

The horns are blown – the black troops mass –
to start one more attack and settle their conquest.

The crossbows fizz.
Horses are neighing all around.

The weapons clash.
Morning stars are swirling in the air.

The maces hit the faces.
Harnesses – cold steel – are gleaming red.

The horns are blown – the black troops mass again –
now they know the battle's victory belongs to them.

3. Prehistoric Crafts

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4. Dark Triumphant Hordes

So strong,
so tough.
Intrepid warriors – black hearted men –
the final conquest will be yours.

Gladness is big in the halls of celebration,
tables are covered with ample food and drink,
minstrels are playing on lutes, shawms and lyres,
bold gallant men laugh and join in a song.

Noble clever human race –
armed with self-employment –
join the black and be yourself,
turn away from sickness.

5. Melodies Of Pride And Honour

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6. Masters Of Steel And Masters Of Fight

Exultant shouts up to the sky –
the enemy – exterminated.

The glorious troops are black again
and riding towards their fortress.

Deep down in the chambers of fire
the blacksmith's hammers fervently forge.
Masters of steel – held in high estimation
by the masters of fight –
all fame belongs to both.

Strength and skill of a versed black warrior
combined with the power of sword and axe.

The glorious troops are black again
and soon they'll reach their stronghold.

The glorious troops are black again
and striding through the gates.

The glorious troops are black again
and celebrate their brilliant warfare.

7. Roving Clouds

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8. The Era Of Pureness

Strengthened woods and wildlife
have reconquered their lands.
Marks of the civilized ailment
have disappeared long ago.
Pureness rules the world.

A shrewd wise and gifted race
lives in unison with venerable mother earth.
They proudly revere their ancestors' courageous men.
Three cheers to the glorious black troops!
Never again – in eternity – any dull greeds arse-hole
shall rule anywhere on this earth.

Pureness rules the world.

9. Seeds Of Death

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10. Devising Of Black Strategies

Hidden in the dark wood's obscurity
their thoughts have ripened to refined plans.
The first strike's day has been fixed long ago –
long desired it's unstoppably approaching.

The black blood flows
through the hearts of clever men
of rare and noble race.
Their hate grew big
during stupidity ruled the world
and nature was impoverished.

This selfish awful pack
shall be drowned in holy blood.
The plague must find its end.
No mercy shall fall
to any begging arse-hole's share.
The bounden duty's clear –
the Fiend must be erased –
must fall –
must die for any price.

11. Hymn To The Glory Of Mother Nature

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12. The Black Fortress

Proudly the stronghold's powerful walls
are rising to the thundery sky.

Towers and flags are almost appearing
to touch the mighty dark threatening clouds.

Built on a high elevation of rock –
it never has been in the enemy's hands.

From the towers the iron-clothed knights
are able to watch for miles and miles.

Built with the loss of hundreds of men –
it must not fall into the enemy's hands.

From far away the watchers perceive
the forward-movement of hostile troops.

Built of granite-blocks with hundreds of pounds –
sweat and blood flow through many decades.
Each soldier has sworn to defend it till death –
it never will fall into the enemy's hands!

13. Before The Last Battle

Riding with the storms through the frozen sky.
Hidden by the darkness of a moonless night.
Clothed in tempered steel – adorned by dexterous smiths.
Armed with deadly weapons – crowned with victory.

Learned to fight and conquer with iron hand.
Knowing neither fear nor act of grace.
Scent the final battle in the clouds of mist,
that will bring the end to all the scum of the earth.

14. Where The Eagles Fly

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