Thulcandra by Darkthrone
Despair, torn by hate,
Alas, observing the inconvenient horizon
Prepare to launch all terrestrial
Imprudence, until nothing remains;
Complete the immolation
Abstract emotion, major impropriety
Philanthropic tendencies concretely oppressed!
Freedom in our death!
For england and the monarchy
We free our souls; our destiny
Though it is implied tratory
To the entire earth humanity