And Let He Who Hath No Honour

Cast The First Stone Stone

Born of The Serpent

Their Bastard Trinity Trembles In Fear

Behind Armour of Scorn

Mocking The Valour of Those Proud Enough To Stand Mighty

To Stand True

But No More

For I Would Cast Them Out From The Glory of The Sombre Forest

Crush Them

Lest Them Bask In The Radiance of The Winter Moon

Pluck Out Their Weak And Worthless Hearts

So No More They Profane This Hallowed Kingdom

Aye, And Let My Words Ring Clear

Throughout Albions Fair Lands

So All Our Brethren Rejoice

That Our Time of Deliverance Is At Hand

The Might Is Upon Us

And On Her Black Wings We Shall Ride....

.... TO VICTORY