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Under the Raven's Banner
04:14
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Embark upon the seas, grasping at fate
Years of unmarked graves, lost to history
His fury festering, immutable hate
With righteous sword in hand, seize the victory
Heed the siren's call, o deceiver's cry
O'er the waves be cast, led to his divine path
By the blade he lives, and by it shall die
Spill their blood to sea, spare us Ægir's wrath
Spill their blood to sea, spare us Ægir's wrath
Draw thy hungry steel from its leather prison
In this tempest gale, names in time forgot
Under Raven's banner, no mercy given
Blood for Odin's court, no lives spared
Over the waves, sail, sail
Upon the winds, ride, ride
Draw thy hungry steel from its leather prison
In this tempest gale, names in time forgot
Under Raven's banner, no mercy given
Blood for Odin's court, no lives spared
Over the waves, sail, sail
Upon the winds, ride, ride
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Shattered the last pagan idols
Burned are the altars of yore
Standing atop of the wreckage
A testament to the great lie
Sell out your friends to the pious
Stain with the blood holy frocks
Skewer the heads of thy neighbors
Erecting this treacherous eye
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
See how the flames burn the hotter
Fueled by the scrolls of the whores
Devour the flesh of the traitors
Whose ashes are borne to the sky
Sold out your friends to the pious
Stained with the blood holy frocks
Skewered the heads of thy neighbors
Now for your crimes may you die!
Sorrow, all consuming sorrow
For the bodies on ice left to rot
Vengeance, oath sworn in blood
In the ashes of the traitor's cross
This is the last ultimatum
Handed down by the crowned king
To reject the church's false comfort
And raise up your swords in defense
Or watch as their horses come riding
Aloft, spears and torches they bring
To bargain with pieces of silver
Or slaughter thy kin like the rest
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Mark of Usurpation
02:37
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The skies marred by a structure that burns my eyes
Disguising the crown of worms
For I despise the holy man's mirth
His lies can't hide its unholy birth
Incised, baptised for a false deity
Denied, to die as a coward deserves
Now cry, confide in your deaf lord
Defied and slain by the might of the horde
This is the mark of usurpation
Rot and mistrust that plagues the nations
In berserk state to commence obliteration
An infernal domination
Crumbling into eternity
Marred by a structure that burns
Disguising the crown of worms
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Heralding the cavalry of God, we sound the seven horns
Approach the baptismal font ye unholy pagan hordes
To purify thy spirits and make your peace with Christ
Hold his head beneath the waters till the devil take his soul
O, Deceiver God, spare me thy silver words
Your crusaders come from your foreign lands
O, Deceiver God, meet me sword upon sword
These usurpers will die by our pagan hands
Strung him up in cruciform, nailed to the sacred tree
As the village hof was vandalized and he was forced to watch
Tying up an effigy in the bastard's image
I will cast your soulless corpse to the bottom of the sea
O, Deceiver God, spare me thy silver words
Your crusaders come from your foreign lands
O, Deceiver God, meet me sword upon sword
These usurpers will die by our pagan hands
Heralding the horse of Odin, counting eight his mighty hooves
None will come bringing succor, nor to break the slaver's chains
If you hear upon the waters the sound of seven horns
Steel yourselves and sharpen your blades for the coming war
O, Deceiver God, spare me thy silver words
Your crusaders come from your foreign lands
O, Deceiver God, meet me sword upon sword
These usurpers will die by our pagan hands
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Casting his gaze above, praying he be wrong
The smoke betrays the truth, burning through his home
Voices now silenced, no more to join in song
Tyrants under Yahweh shall sit upon the throne
He screams for the gods but none heed the call
The altar lies in ruin, usurped by holy lies
Blood and tears of kin butchered one and all
No joy beneath the heavens for even gods must die
Fall now by the sword, driven by pagan pride
Riding his last steed, blinded by his wrath
Go now, flee this land, fear the barbarian
Burning at his feet, all that lies in his path
Emissaries of Christ, tremble before his rage
Lord of lies and libel, impotent thy will
Behold the book of judgement, burnt across each page
Your souls are made forfeit by every man that you've killed
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Malum Mortuus Denver, Colorado
As cold and solitary as the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, a monument to what was, is, and ever shall be. Forever independent, forever underground.
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