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The pyres burn in the distance for Satan Barking dogs in the woods are far away With my shield and sword worn with valour I smell the terror of the holy in the wintry night I stand at the fires, still my breath steams in the cold In the light of the fullmoon I mount my horse It's the night of retribution and christian holocaust From the pyres their screams call our old horn's return... Aus Songtexte Mania