Non opus dei

Time to meet your doom

Non opus dei
The Warriors of the cosmic order!
To destroy and to create!
To cross the frozen Rhine!
The Barbarians of the new world!

Hail, the Warriors!
Hail, the Guardians!
Hail, the New Barbarians
of the dying kingdoms of Man!

We - the piercing wind
We - the severe frost
We - tempestuous winter
We - the Age of the Cloven Shields
Hail, the Warriors of the Cosmic Order!
Hail, the Guardians of the most ancient (tradition)
Hail, the Barbarians of the dying kingdoms of Man
The dying kingdoms of Man

So behold -
the ubiquitous weakness
the ubiquitous malady
the lethal pestilence
in the dying kingdoms of Man!
So behold -
the world downfall
Downfall of the kingdoms of Man...

We shall set the world on fire...
We shall bring the new order...
and complete the eternal circle
of birth and destruction...
We shall bring the Age of Cloven Shields
The Age of Wolf
The Age of Sword
Be the Swords...
Swords of Cloven Shields

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