Nokturnal Mortum - The Forgotten Ages Of Victories Lyrics
the voice calling me into darkness,open the gates through which I'll leavethe call of the ancient blood calls me to fightthe call of slavonic bloodaryan lands with the boundless expansethrough milleniums come to methe forests and steppers everything I ownis given to the damned jewish tribemy blood is calling me, and I won't calm downuntil I taste the smell of their bloodthe moon whispers about the darknessthe stars are leading me through the cloudssilver people with white skinare gathering to perform a ritethe wisemen are cursing on the jewish scumand I see the white man's power!spit in jewish faces, cut them into pieceslet them choke with their lielet the woods grow up on their corpsesonly white man's power!we are the only ones to have theright for this land!it's ours, indeed!these rivers have been flowingtogether with our blood for agesthis grass has grown on the bodiesof our killed warriorshey, stay with us, our aryan spirit!let our slavonic blood boil up with our hatredhey, our land, stay with us!let every step on our land turn forthe damnation on jews!white power, you have to destroy of useless tribesunder your glorious obsession!because they are not people,they are worms whose mission is only parasitismlet the aryan spirit support us!the war is sacred! total war!
