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"A great black wolf, with ruby eyes ablaze,
Mouth wide open, in a torrent of flame.
Its serpent tail hisses through the night,
"Cut the ties to those who blight — now rise and fight!"
The pact must shine, like crystal glass,
If it breaks, sharp shards will slash.
Splinters cut deep, the flesh will bleed,
False friends must fall, let the loyal lead.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The raven joins, with ancient tone,
“A brother who betrays is no brother, even by bone.”
The ram’s horns strike — truth on steel rails,
I tremble, I burn, yet my courage prevails.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the blade where fire rolls.
Amon! the vengeance, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
I wear the grin of the predator’s chase,
Each word a sword, divine in its grace.
“No traitor walks unscathed,” my creed,
No temple entered till the accounts are freed.
The Mother of Vengeance speaks: “You are mine,
No judge above you — hold your line.”
Perhaps revenge is not the knife,
But cancelling — deletion from life.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the flame that strikes and folds.
Amon! the strength, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The soldier of God walks lost in sand,
Seeking peace, but finds Amon’s hand.
The ram horns echo across the dust,
Faithless idols return to rust.
The desert swallows the preacher’s cry,
No hymn survives, no false reply.
Amon stands tall — the black sun’s roar,
The Age of Fear will rule no more.
No prayers remain, no mercy’s breath,
Only justice dancing with death.
The serpent coils where altars fall,
The scorpion crowns the bones of all.
Wolves arise from the graves of kings,
Their howls ignite forgotten things.
Through blood and smoke, the pact is sealed,
Betrayal burns, the wound revealed.
Amon’s gaze is storm and spark,
He marks the faithful in the dark.
No shepherd rules, no tyrant stands,
Only the free, with crimson hands.
Amon! the black wolf, protector divine,
Guardian of rage, and beast of the line.
Amon! destroyer of deceit and lies,
With blazing truth and thundered skies.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The soldier of light falls to despair,
He searched for heaven, but found it bare.
The wolves devour the cross and crown,
The tyran god is falling down.
No priest shall chant, no sermon drone,
The wind will whisper through holy bone.
The serpent nests, the scorpion feeds,
In the hollow skull where blindness bleeds.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the flame where thunder rolls.
Amon! the vengeance, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
Avage secore Amon ninan!"
Mouth wide open, in a torrent of flame.
Its serpent tail hisses through the night,
"Cut the ties to those who blight — now rise and fight!"
The pact must shine, like crystal glass,
If it breaks, sharp shards will slash.
Splinters cut deep, the flesh will bleed,
False friends must fall, let the loyal lead.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The raven joins, with ancient tone,
“A brother who betrays is no brother, even by bone.”
The ram’s horns strike — truth on steel rails,
I tremble, I burn, yet my courage prevails.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the blade where fire rolls.
Amon! the vengeance, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
I wear the grin of the predator’s chase,
Each word a sword, divine in its grace.
“No traitor walks unscathed,” my creed,
No temple entered till the accounts are freed.
The Mother of Vengeance speaks: “You are mine,
No judge above you — hold your line.”
Perhaps revenge is not the knife,
But cancelling — deletion from life.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the flame that strikes and folds.
Amon! the strength, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The soldier of God walks lost in sand,
Seeking peace, but finds Amon’s hand.
The ram horns echo across the dust,
Faithless idols return to rust.
The desert swallows the preacher’s cry,
No hymn survives, no false reply.
Amon stands tall — the black sun’s roar,
The Age of Fear will rule no more.
No prayers remain, no mercy’s breath,
Only justice dancing with death.
The serpent coils where altars fall,
The scorpion crowns the bones of all.
Wolves arise from the graves of kings,
Their howls ignite forgotten things.
Through blood and smoke, the pact is sealed,
Betrayal burns, the wound revealed.
Amon’s gaze is storm and spark,
He marks the faithful in the dark.
No shepherd rules, no tyrant stands,
Only the free, with crimson hands.
Amon! the black wolf, protector divine,
Guardian of rage, and beast of the line.
Amon! destroyer of deceit and lies,
With blazing truth and thundered skies.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
The soldier of light falls to despair,
He searched for heaven, but found it bare.
The wolves devour the cross and crown,
The tyran god is falling down.
No priest shall chant, no sermon drone,
The wind will whisper through holy bone.
The serpent nests, the scorpion feeds,
In the hollow skull where blindness bleeds.
Amon! the black wolf, guardian of souls,
Amon! the flame where thunder rolls.
Amon! the vengeance, the wrath, the guide,
Amon! the god of hearts fortified.
Avage secore Amon ninan!
Avage secore Amon ninan!"
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