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letra de the voice of our mystical past - clandestine blaze

those commandments moses had issued to the depraved rabble in the desert
in order to make that horde grasp the rudiments of humanity
these teachings are a deadly poison to our blood
this plague – doctrine from sinai
one can recognize from the mere necessity of such commandments
which demand nothing more than the barest behaviour required to claim the designation human beings
to what kind of creatures they had been given
to creatures truly entitled to claim no more than a resemblance to human beings
and commandments from sinai were offered as guiding lights for their lives!
can one understand why some men laughed when they heard of this abominable scribble!
he who slumbers still, whose blood is dull and sour!
no glory for him!
all those will be thoughtlessly trampled underfoot by the valiant who rush into battle
so let there be rise out of burning indignation of the nordic blood
return again and again to lead it into battle against doctrine from sinai
for those teachings are a deadly poison to our blood, blood what only dies with the last northman
we are free of sin – like our ancestors were, aiming to conquest eternity
he who slumbers still, whose blood is dull and sour, no glory for him!

- clandestine blaze

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