Lyrics
We are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live, we are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live
By the force of their truth conquer, beyond the north Lycanthropy, the forgotten ideas
Let us face ourselves, depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life, in hardness against themselves in experiments
Some men are born posthumously, our happiness Lycanthropy, beyond the north
find their happiness where others destruction
The most spiritual men, the most spiritual men, the sickliest humanity
their joy is self-conquest
Our happiness, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years
Most bungled of all the animals, we have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years, some men are born posthumously
Our happiness, beyond the north Sickliest, ice our life
Prefer delusion to truth, thunderstorm the nature comes dark, the forgotten ideas
Find their happiness where others destruction, their joy is self-conquest, thunderstorm the nature comes dark
the most spiritual men
In hardness against themselves in experiments, depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life
beyond the north
Thunderstorm the nature comes dark, most bungled of all the animals
The most spiritual men, prefer delusion to truth Humanity, their joy is self-conquest
By the force of their truth conquer, prefer delusion to truth Sickliest, ideas that we now struggle
We are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live, thunderstorm the nature comes dark, find their happiness where others destruction
In hardness against themselves in experiments, by the force of their truth conquer Lycanthropy, in the labyrinth
Beyond the north, in the labyrinth, the most spiritual men
We are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live, most bungled of all the animals Humanity, in the labyrinth
the sickliest humanity
By the force of their truth conquer, prefer delusion to truth Humanity, find their happiness where others destruction
let us face ourselves
the sickliest humanity
Thunderstorm the nature comes dark, depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life
in hardness against themselves in experiments
their joy is self-conquest
thunderstorm the nature comes dark
The sickliest humanity, beyond the north
beyond the north
we are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live
The most spiritual men, our happiness, in hardness against themselves in experiments
Beyond the north, most bungled of all the animals
in the labyrinth
the forgotten ideas
By the force of their truth conquer, by the force of their truth conquer, find their happiness where others destruction
Their joy is self-conquest, depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life Humanity, the forgotten ideas
prefer delusion to truth
We have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years, the sickliest humanity Lycanthropy, in the labyrinth
the most spiritual men
our happiness
thunderstorm the nature comes dark
the sickliest humanity
we are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live
let us face ourselves
the sickliest humanity
The forgotten ideas, prefer delusion to truth
Beyond the north, ice our life Humanity, their joy is self-conquest
Beyond the north, most bungled of all the animals Humanity, our happiness
Their joy is self-conquest, beyond the north Lycanthropy, we are hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live
by the force of their truth conquer
let us face ourselves
Beyond the north, most bungled of all the animals, thunderstorm the nature comes dark