In search of a force to gain the power to dominate I just can find around weak slaves of vice Which humiliate and prostitute their pride Miserable beings just worthy a crown of thorns. I just think of destroying them To let them burn in frost I just think of destroying them To let them burn in frost. I shall purify the blood, I shall cleanse my land Sin search of a pure mind and a pure strength To ennoble the militia and to exterminate the mediocre scum For the return of the ancient hierarchies.