Raise the standard of bloodshed
Ascend the throne in war,
Cast out infidels as victor
Thresh the wheat from straw
Exterminate their meekness
Put weakness to the sword
Purify them in the flames
Of one hundred years of war
I am uniting force
I am elitist spawn,
Of the never-ending holy war
To which all great men are sworn
The few who shall rend the earth as lightning
And eclipse the heavens in our might
Grasp firm diadems,
By Totalitarian right

Wield the blood stained sword of vengeance,
Drench opposition in bloodshed
Their broken bodies shall form the path,
On which we conqueror on ahead
Crush the underman
Utterly consume him with hate
Main, Burn, Rend, Kill,
Slay, impale, Decimate
For when the world
Is again forged of brute force
There shall be no pity
There shall be no remorse

I am the victor,
The conquering one
I am the redeemer
The lightning and the sun
The one man to reign,
Of iron fist and will
The will to engender
The implements of our survival
The amoral urge,
And barbaric call,
The iconoclastic spirit,
The almighty master of all,
The thunder of redemption,
The Lion in the path,
The flames of Armageddon,
And the conquerors lance

Upon the altar of war
Our eternal covenant sealed in blood
To offer unto
Upon the commemoration of harvest
To be combined with antichrist,
Upon the throne of might
All creator, all destroyer
In the coming dawn unite
The bearer of an Iron fist beheld as divine
Coup de stellar echoes, his ethos is mine

What shall be of your enfeebled man
When the time has come to bear the sword
In the eternity of this moment
We shall have the world
In the sigil of the conquering ones

Hold high the goal
And heighten the will
The arms of the feeble
Shall bear us still
Through tears and suffering
To the dawn and the triumph of the will
In this battle I hold
And raise high the impious sigil

Now blood of triumph
Anointing supremacy
The conceiver and the souls redeemer
Upon equinox I am these

Inferior Pious Deceiver
Embodiment of everything that I oppose
As you tremble before shadows and gods
And stand naked before your foes
I grasped destiny by the horns
And rode out from the invalid which was I
Now my blood runs black in the ecstasy
Of my own Machiavellian might

Now see the chariots wheel in panic
As levelled spears drink their fill
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
As I move in for the kill
Upon the path of the true elitist,
Every footstep is obscured in the dark
I grasp the hand of iniquity
And walk under the light of the Morning Star

Now In Rebellious spirit I stand atop this world
Anoint myself in profane majesty
A thousand Raven-haired harlots pine at my feet
Inebriated by the crimson wine of my Satanic victory
All who challenge, shall fall broken on my way
Upon the path of true enlightenment
I brake your stride and strike you lame and mute
And smite you down in zealous glee

Submission is a gift, (not a loan)
You are not owed interest.
Don't just kneel there, make yourself useful
I am in control
The power within me is great
You are a broken shell of a human
The epitome of all that is weak,
I am in control
The power within me is great
You are a broken shell of a human
The epitome of all that is weak

I stand unconquered

Unequalled in valour and prowess
With unerring aggression retained
In belligerent spirit unconquered
By season weather or terrain
As an infernal storm to the vanquished,
We ride the whirlwind unopposed
Our superiority etched in the landscape
And the bodies of annihilated foes

Unequalled belligerence
The mighty ones
Unconquered

Open, oh bowels of the earth, conspire
Lay might to us this day
Cornica sound, the call, the horn
The intonation of intrinsic decay
Metamorphose, the sword thus am I
Of this law, of this will
Praise be to Mars, the thrust gives no quarter
Purified from that which is killed

Marching in arms
And the masses to expire
As all past falls away
Unto romanticized funeral pyre

Consumed, civil atavisms smothered by crimson red
Enthrone the lion, the lambs words shall lie dead
With this sword, transcendence I enthrone
"Vendi, Vidi, Vici", with this I slay my soul

Untermench, slave to herd morality
Embodiment of every human weakness
Fellator at the knees of Christ
Lay your body prostrate before me,
So that I might smite it unto ashes
And cleanse the world of your leprosy
Broken rent and bleeding lies your carcass
Embodiment of every human weakness
Receptacle of your superiors excrement

Perish, expire, crumble unto ashes and die

Lurid words, thoughts and deeds becoming excrement
The refuse from your mouth surmounts to nought and nothing
The discipline will and power behind my every action
Shall piss upon your belligerent fantasy

Sulk in your sodden corner pathetic scum you are nothing, die

Die, bleed and suffer in misery
Conspire to taint the noble soul with excrement
Feel the harsh reality
Crushed underfoot like the worm that you are
I spit into your face
Pathetic human waste
You always have been a slave
Now dig your own grave
Bow down, on your knees
And kiss the bloodied blade as you die

Subservitude, dominance will reign,
Upon the throne beheld again
Render elite from stoutest stone
To forever reign in dominance
Victorious, solar virtues are one
In those risen above, those who have spared none
Thus I have rendered by my own hand
Forever to reign in dominance

Iconoclasm of idols
With hands of steel and wills of iron
I shall decimate and I shall dominate,
Forge my kingdom of those whom I subjugate

Awaken, this sanguinary imperative
Blood boils over confining walls
For the Luciferian diathesis, that which stands above all
Ordain the age of their suffering
Decimate their enfeebled kingdom
In vengeance rent upon the entrails
Torn of the obsolescent human faeces
Deities of vengeance, bestow upon me your favour
That I might smite mine enemies whilst they sleep
Preserve the mighty, oh bringer of retribution
Crush those prostrate at my feet
May we the spiteful and our kingdom,
In purifying vengeance reign
I shall be as the incendiary,
And consume in fire their remains

And now an internecine lineage
Is born unto this world
With hatred and contempt,
For this enfeebled world
With knotted club as sceptre,
And divine lightning at its grasp,
Resolute and statuesque
In immortal phallic might

Stout in virtue and defiance
Stands the stratum that bears it soul,
Spartan crushers of the yoke
Embody the dialectic that shall conquer all
One man shall fell one thousand
Under its mantle and its legacy
"Bring my enemies before me,
Vanquished shall they be"

All the old races lie dead and buried
Amid the Faustian ruins
Of the effeminate
All the old doctrines lie hollow and empty
In the twilight of the imperium
Of the decadent
Arise ascetic amidst the decay
As he who is still unfettered
Ordain the consummation in Pandemonic fire
Of the downtrodden infidel

All the old hierarchies lie ineffectual and useless
In the hedonistic weakness
Of the effeminate
All the old maxims lie lost and lowly
In the intoxicating senility
Of the decadent
Arise in conquest amidst the decline
As he who is the destroyer
Ordain the cull of the worthless dross
Sadistic victor

Consanguine Catharsis of the feted, base and inane
Astride the throne in primacy when Rome shall fall again
To be throned when empires sink in storms of steel and flame
To be throned when weakling breeds are hunted down like game
To be throned in the eminence of sanguinary disarray
To reclaim the sceptre in hatred, in spite, in conquest