Nerthus Devising Of Black Strategies
Hidden in the dark wood's obscurity
their thoughts have ripened to refined plans.
The first strike's day has been fixed long ago -
long desired it's unstoppably approaching.
The black blood flows
through the hearts of clever men
of rare and noble race.
Their hate grew big
during stupidity ruled the world
and nature was impoverished.
This selfish awful pack
shall be drowned in holy blood.
The plague must find its end.
No mercy shall fall
to any begging arse-hole's share.
The bounden duty's clear -
the Fiend must be erased -
must fall -
must die for any price.
