Arroganz
			Lusatian Grimness (digital)

1. Lusatian Grimness

a night of screams
moon in ecstasy
this night is cold

cradle of events
where time congeals
grimness was born

I walked on steppe
deeply rutted by blood
brother’s blood of sin

heathen died in pain
believer followed suit
I crossed their paths and destroyed

Lusatian grimness

I forge my weapons apart from you
I reign forever apart from you