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Taken from the split with Kawir. LYRICS: In Nomine Patri... Fili... Spiritus Sancti... DIE. Two swords are the wages of sin, Enslave the east and all within. We ride like devils through the mist, We bear the cross with iron fist... With iron fist! Grunwald... Grunwald... Grunwald... Anno Satanae 1410. I see the mighty clash of eighty-thousand men, I hear the king of murder laughing in the hells, I smell the taint of blood exploding in the air, I feel the deathly touch of sabre, bolt and spear... The eagle falters, his horses turn to flee, I cut the infidel with fury and with glee, I slay the righteous for my faith has made me blind, I see their ranks implode before me... Charge! Grandmaster! We go to the fray... To penitence and death! The rumbling guns, the wrath of God... Behold, the terror of men! A curse upon Jagiello! He will fall before his savage kin, And the hou
