Nokturnal Mortum The Taste of Victory Lyrics:
Fields are covered with white snows woods are
dreaming dreams of soil Time in slumber 'til
Spring falls in white and red the earth lies
frozen Forced whites in time of white clotted with
the scarlet blood Echoed with the pain so dark
with grey sorrow was entwined Yee an Aryan soldier
we know your feats of arms Sleep safe in palace of
cold forest snows no matter who where right and
wrong Let the gods see the truth and judge them
all, all those who died in nineteen forty five All
those who won and who have lost the war For
sacrifices made to the wrong gods for power given
up to our worst foes Hail soldier hold your banner
high time has come to sacrifice your life Though
it's your brother stands on other side still it's
time to fullfill the orders to kill The beast
thirsts for Aryan blood squeezing down his greedy
claws With a stolen power he forces brothers to
whet against each other By slyness the blood has
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been spilled pride has been forgotten and defamed
But the memory still lives in our hearts with an
echo of vengeance shall the insults reply What
incited Germans to go against slavs who made
Russia to rot Ukraine Who sucked power from the
world like a vampire who feels himself a master
today We remember your feat a soldier of white
race no matter either you were German or Slav
Ghosts of war stand before our eyes so we shall
not repeat the old mistakes again We do remember
our forefather's oaths we do believe in power of
14 words Towers have fallen but the persons do
stand firm and the Mason's pyramides do stare into
our souls The taste of victory is bitterness and
sarcasm It's price was Shekel and their scourge
upon our trampled backs Oh world beware new master
this desert breed won't die on their own If they
weren't burnt those 60 years ago they should be
burnt today Fields are covered with white snows
woods are dreaming dreams of soil Time in slumber
'til spring falls In white and red the earth lies
frozen suffused with blood of red Our memory
dreams in sleeping lands What should lead your
future ways and what do I await today
Lyrics: The Taste of Victory, Nokturnal Mortum [end]