Revocation of government – never bend knee to the iron heel! Declaration of unrelenting state of war – not a step of ground given until it is soaked in blood! The point of our racial core's overwhelming is the hallmark of the end. There can be no salvation – beyond the dawn of the final day. Impending doom greeted with violence. Even as civilization decends into oblivion, among the ruins we shall gather to engulf this world in flames. Close the d**h grip on the very fundaments of their reign. Wotan – Mars – Ares – Balor! De Spiritus Bellum; Ancestral power of warlust – unborn kindred claim your sword and the guardian bloodlines lie sealed beneath our soil. Revocation of government – crush and annihilate the desert tribe chokehold! Declaration of unrelenting state of war – to summon and bring about the renaissance of steel! Gaze into the Abyss beyond the darkness. Meet the stare of the ever-watchful eye – by blade and chalice arise, for past and future are one. Come, hour of Great Purge! Pleading, agony, pain – see the terror in their eyes, scourge this earth with fire! We are judge and jury, our lives each a blade across their throats. De Spiritus Bellum; Ancestral power of warlust – unborn kindred claim your sword and the guardian bloodline lies sealed beneath our soil.