Battle honour and victory shall be ours 
To commemorate our dead 
To banis their "evil" from this world 
And recreate the pagan paradise that was 
tramppled under-foot 
The witches shall again become the wise, 
We, who contorl the storms. Our victory is 
their demise 
The "harmony" has broken and as 
christendom falls 
They will see the horror of that which they did 
do unto us 
We shall prevail