Brothers, on this morn we celebrate a new dawn
As we baptize these lands in holy combat
Hunt down every apostate with extreme prejudice
Let these Gal-Gothic hills run red with heretic blood
Deus vult!
God wills it!
Deus vult!
The black sun rises as the first blood is spilled
Thirsting at the crossroads for weak and the damned
Samael's venom incinerates their wounds
Draining the essence ov the flesh left behind
The wolves fall upon them with rapture
Vipers sworn upon the Left-Handed Path
Hours marked by the Whore ov pain and ruin
With the endless chastising rape ov their ranks
Deus vult!
As the Void Flame ignites in euphoric ecstasy
We carrion soldiers feast on our hearts
No town can be sparred from this purity ov fire
No heretic can evade this cultivation ov steel
Brothers' spate hymns ov the forbidden black tongues
Whilst invocations are offered to maw ov Azazel
I watch as my spirit dances with madness
As our chants are scattered to the song ov the winds
Sanctify with bloodshed and let the war drums sound
Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica!
Sow the seeds ov destiny upon unhallowed ground
Libera Imperium Abominationum!
Sanctify with bloodshed and let the war drums sound
Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica!
Sow the seeds ov destiny upon unhallowed ground
Libera Imperium Abominationum!
Ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevae, ad te suspiramus,
Luctus et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle
Non nobis Domine, non nobis,
Sed nomini tuo da gloriam
Libera Imperium Abominationum!
Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica!
Libera Imperium Abominationum!
Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica!
Libera Imperium Abominationum!