Bright wilde lupine eyes
To call the devil forth
No life lingers in the void
Beyond this frozen realm
The seas run red with blood
To rip apart truth from lie
As heavens implode
May we feast
For the glorious one
In sanctuary of light!
Drink from the source
From the fountain of grace
Drink from the vein
The fountain of silence!
A thunderbolt as malice from beyond
To smite the mortals' golden pride!
Regardless of storms
Regardless of titans' disdain
The temple in the swamps lives on!
Tremendous and strident
Red fire flows through the arch
No repentance means no joy!
Drink from the source
From the fountain of grace
Drink from the vein
From the fountain of silence!
A warning sent as thunder from beyond
To smite the mortals' golden hubris
Cything through the land of morbid ones
Crushing all the race
As you ram your sword through their guts
Revolving to their final drain
See the death light in their eyes
Spit out!
A vicious and primal disdain
Hunt Veles down
On his own turf
Hunt the wicked down
On his own turf
Hunt the wicked down
On his own turf
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