Mount up the steeds, gather munitions For now is the time to stave off our foes Their will be no fear or trepidation We fight for God, country, and glory
Hearts' pounding in chest Fist clutches sword The fetid air is thick with battle cries Sweat pours from brow, No turning back Arrows are blotting out the sky
They Crash down upon us with fury Like the heat of a thousand bright suns We will sustain all this bloodshed For we'll stand united as one
We stand to face annihilation Our souls have been purged of our sins The enemy will be forced to embrace The wrath of our vengeance
Fire across the hills, raining down brimstone The lungs are filled with blood, ash and smoke Each step that's taken is met with resistance For we trod upon the corpses of our kin Attacked from the east, flanked from the west Eminent death looms from every side Blood will be cleansed in the truth of conscience Our brethren's' death will not go in vainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
