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