Dark Fury
W.A.R.



1. Steel Centurion

I - The Steel Centurion
Charging with my legion
Against the coloured barbarians
I - The Steel Centurion
Shall cleanse Europe of vermin
That no one could wipte out

Legion! Draw your weapons!
In bloodthirsty frenzy i fear not the spectre of death
For i am long dead
Dead as the whiteness I used to love
Soiled with the awarthiness of children with whore-mothers
The whiteness that needs cleansing
The whiteness that needs resureccion
Fallen for the White Race...

Death- The only path
Leading to victory
The final victory
Legion Forward!

Crushed with an iron fist
Trampled with a panzer boot
Behold the enemies of Race!
Behold the enemies of Blood!
Killes in the name of Cleansing!
River of their blood runs on
A river of ahit...No blood in their veins!
Onyl excrements...
Kill!

It its I - The Steel Centurion
Leading my Legion!
I have given order to kill...
Kill all that is not White...
It is I - The voice of the White Race
I have remained faithful!
Iam overcome with pride!

Legion! Forward!


2. W.A.R.

Prepared for war
Prepared for death
We'll always fight to the end
Shoot the enemy and burn his home
Trample his vile face
For Race and Blood!

In storms of steel
Hail of lead
We'll never retreat
Not a step back
The roar of our machines
The barrage of our guns

The sound of torn enemy bodies
In the war for Race and Blood!
Under the banner of the Sun
In the shadow of the wings of Eagles
Swastika our emblem
Song on our lips

Into battle for Race and Blood
When gods are no more
And states are no more
We - Ever unreleting - will survive
Murder for Race,murder for Blood
And not even death will end the war for Whiteness!


3. The Cleansing

Hearken the roear
Of the storm of steel
The hollow pulse of terror
The inevitable

The flames and the mutilated
The silence of the dead
Its roaring echo

Our weapons oiled with blood
Our thirst quenched with tears
Our footsteps
Crimson marks in the sand

Of hatred
Is Born
The cleansing


4. Prepare for War


5. The Storm

Heeding the call of the symbols
We raise hands
To greet the oncoming storm
Eyes blinded by the gaze of lighthing
The heart pierced
By the crystal blade of the idea
When all falls we still march
Though our faces be covered by dust
Through drought and storm
Immortal
Unforgiving
Death to all


6. The Plague

When I open my veins
The Earth will split in two
To release vermin from its entrails
Oh,so ravenous

When my blood runs down to the soil
Most beautiful worms in their millions
Will go among men to strike
To justly punish for all "sins"
To feed the hunger

When my body drops senseless
The cross, the star, the crescent will be no more
"Sin", "good", and "evil" will be no more
Along with the morality instilled through them
The real vermin will disappear from the Earth

Let my cadaver fertilise the new Earth



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