Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni

Hu war
Hu war opkam har a hit lot

Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande

What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace
And understanding
But you only understand
The language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand
That the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand
The language of the sword
What if I want to tell you
To leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand
The language of the sword

I let the blade do the talking
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger's arrow shall strike

All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun

The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain

Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart

Coexistence, conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you

I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers

Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni

Hu war
Hu war opkam har a hit lot

Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande

Hu war
Hu war opkam har a hit lot

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