Brothers, on this morn we celebrate a new dawn As we baptize these lands in holy combat Hunt down every apostate with extreme prejudice Let these Gal-Gothic hills run red with heretic blood Deus vult! God wills it! Deus vult! The black sun rises as the first blood is spilled Thirsting at the crossroads for weak and the damned Samael's venom incinerates their wounds Draining the essence ov the flesh left behind The wolves fall upon them with rapture Vipers sworn upon the Left-Handed Path Hours marked by the Whore ov pain and ruin With the endless chastising rape ov their ranks Deus vult! As the Void Flame ignites in euphoric ecstasy We carrion soldiers feast on our hearts No town can be sparred from this purity ov fire No heretic can evade this cultivation ov steel Brothers' spate hymns ov the forbidden black tongues Whilst invocations are offered to maw ov Azazel I watch as my spirit dances with madness As our chants are scattered to the song ov the winds Sanctify with bloodshed and let the war drums sound Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica! Sow the seeds ov destiny upon unhallowed ground Libera Imperium Abominationum! Sanctify with bloodshed and let the war drums sound Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica! Sow the seeds ov destiny upon unhallowed ground Libera Imperium Abominationum! Ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevae, ad te suspiramus, Luctus et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle Non nobis Domine, non nobis, Sed nomini tuo da gloriam Libera Imperium Abominationum! Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica! Libera Imperium Abominationum! Libera Imperium Ab Chaotica! Libera Imperium Abominationum!