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Graveland
Creed of Iron
2000
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Blood and Ash
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Tyrants of cruelty
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No mercy in my heart
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Ancient Blood
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White Beasts of Wotan
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I created
Creed of Iron inspired by Wotansvolk book Creed of Iron written by Ron McVan.
Many of us inspired by new perspectives of religions and beliefs of our
ancestors walk the way of wisdom and knowledge that come from deep spiritual
beginnings of our race and nations. On Slavic lands young generations try to
revive ancestors beliefs. Fire burns in our forefathers’ holy cult places. Young
warriors meet in order to fight and that way become closer to nature of our
heathenish ancestors. They leave eternal marks of native beliefs and culture
that will not be destroyed by Judeo- Christianity never again. Those who try to
stop us are late. Generations of White Warriors fight for dignity and survival.
Young strong White men all over the world join in order to save their culture
and character. Today Honor and Pride unite people all over the world in common
fight for future, for world in which our children be able to live and develop…
White Beasts of Wotan
Spirits of war arrived at the
battlefield
His voice echoed with loud sound
Today rains will sprinkle the
soil
Today we will meet our death
here
Or we will win the name of Wotan
Where Gods summon for deathly
combat
We follow as always faithful to
fight and war
Among fires and clashing steel
In the flames of rising Swarożyc
We will give our lives away in
the battle
White beasts of Wotan
Bloody faces full of pride
For eons on war in the name of
honor and pride
Born among death, pain and
sadness
Bred in the shadow of swords
And among sounds of war drums
White beast of Wotan
Blue eyes bringing fright
White hands swaying swords
With Swarożyc on their flags
With cry of hatred on their
mouths
Always they’re where blood is
shed with rivers
White sons of Wotan
Fighting bravely as their
fathers used to fight
From dawn till dusk in mortal
struggle
Staining with enemy blood
Till the last breathe inflicting
deadly blows
In eternal dance with death in
chaos of war
Steel is mixing with blood
Honor and pride do not let move
back
We go forth winged with anger
Wotan leads us for a battle
Your name will frighten our
enemies
Always faithful to raw creed of
iron
Always faithful to cruel law of
war
Following the eternal call
Going forth listening to their
heathenish hearts
Steel shields of Wotan! White
beasts
Blades of anger and justice
The sword and fist of Wotan
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No mercy in my heart
No mercy in my heart
I was born for war, not for love
Rage fills my soul and heart
And voices of my dying enemies
War craft is my life
Stern school of life taught me
how to fight
Instinct told me what to do
Always watchful, always ready
Conscious of bonds of blood
I am waiting for another
battle….when Wotan summons me
Rage is my guide, hatred my
consolation
When I have to choose, I always
choose a sword
When death and life become the
One
Creed of sword must be cruel and
unforgiving
In dance with death I delight in
cries of the defeated
Staining in blood of the enemy I
become herald of cruelty
In bluster of clashing steel I
hear my breath
In the eyes full of fear I see
reflection of my face
Sword is my thought, my voice
and my will
No mercy in my heart
Fires of hatred burned it
Bloody streams mark my way
Blood shed in a battle mixes
with the soil
Before wild beast come and
mangle dead corpses
I will bury my brothers who died
No room for peace in my heart
Where Gods will wage the battles
I will bear my burden
And looking for soothe in
cruelty of war
And taste of blood
Before rain cleans my wounds
From harden blood and ashes
I will raise my sword
And go where my brothers
Are fighting till the last
breath
Hymns of war will fill the empty
space
Sound of drums will break the
sky
Clashed in deadly hag
We will cry our names to the
Eternity
Died brothers will find their
place in Valhalla
And memory will stay forever
Where they waged their battles
Following the voice of blood
The way of their ancestors
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Ancient Blood
The days when ancient blood
Will awake in hearts of white
man and women
Our banners will rise to the sky
And will flap with joy on wind
Ancient wisdom and strength will
return
Divided nation will become unity
And cry of thousands of throats
Will disperse darkness
Clearing a way for Swarożyc
light
The gates to source of our might
On rushing shining chariots
Heroes of nation will return us
our pride
Fire will be brought to life
And will light forever
In its warm and lights of flames
New generations will be bred
When ancient blood will return
us our will
We will not be afraid of
darkness anymore
And Swarożyc light will disperse
the darkness of night
In bloody struggle fighting
bravely
Through courage and bravery
Looking into death’s eyes
We will join proud heroes
Who with might and main gave
their lives away
Went away fighting for honor and
pride of our race
When blood of ours and of our
enemies
With falsehood and lies put to
sleep
Will awake from a long sleep
In darkness of night swords will
shine
And squeal of coming death
Will bring fear to our enemies
In flames of victory and glory
Words full of honor and pride
Will be brought back to light
In deadly struggle spilling our
blood
We will raise banners of victory
Signs of triumph and rebirth
In flames of Swarożyc light
On our exhausted soil
When ancient blood
Will awake in us
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Tyrants of cruelty
Death has sent its angels
Heralds of war, pain and fear
In sunlight or darkness of night
Sinister Tyrants of cruelty
On their black horses travel all
over the world
Scepters of fear and banners of
chaos
And cry of beast breaking the
empty space
When dear and terror start to
rule
Demons of war, tyrants of
cruelty
Cry through abyss
Bad day for those who heard this
cry
Shadow in valleys
Rumble and roll and wild laugh
of horses
Soon thirsty they will drink
from rivers of blood
In flames of fire and bloody
glow
Among dead corpses in deadly
fight
Damned day when thousand sword
With rumble will sing their song
of death
In blood and corpses of the
enemy
Cruel triumph and gloomy fame
March of Victory Tyrants
Lords of war with ghostly laugh
Will reward the bravest warriors
Because where death rules
And angles of death
Only few will survive
Damned day, gloomy day
When rage of beast of fear as
gray shadow
Falls on your lands talking to
you
As magic call pull you
Where many have gone
But no one returned alive
In fire o f battle, in the
ravages of war
Cruel lords’ wild laugh
On hatred fields in tumult of
battle
In trap of mighty and cruel
gloomy will
The wind will steal our names
Damned day when crow on the sky
Flutter its black wings
Where war track leads
We will go following destiny
For eternal struggle, leading by
voice of mighty will
Where wind will mix our names
with ashes
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