Our campaign The dream of our rigid king We shall impose our will on our weakened foes And rid our enemies our sworn adversaries The weak shall succumb to our dreadful force
Such a terrible looming menace heathen hordes Daunting horsemen With an unchallenged taste for war After vain opposition, Princes beseeched mercy denied Suffer miserable slaves Appalling unbearable fates
The devil's horsemen Death will come suddenly for you Crushing Christian orders Rivers of blood we have crossed Mountains of victims at our back Golden Horde of Asia the Devil's Horsemen
The wrath of our sturdy king We shall impose on our weakened foes And rid our enemies our sworn adversaries The West will succumb to our dreadful force
Gods of war trample weakness With spear and the gleaming sword Kings submit all doubts and uncertainties Are eternally eclipsed Princes reap devastation Dejected men shall not escape their issued fates For we are the pure flame, the conquering ones
The devil's horsemen Death will come suddenly for you Crushing Christian orders Rivers of blood we have crossed Mountains of victims at our back Golden Horde of Asia the Devil's Horsemen
Amidst our slaughter of saints Our minds turn to the East For alas our father has passed As Princes of Blood we return to our homeland For we now know the hearts of our enemies Our Westerly slaves kings Ingrained with the shame of defeat Forever scarred with despair and miseryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
