"Sons of fire
have raised by my hands
marching are now they
on the road to your pain"

Burning are now those
who verity refuse
to purify (them) through fire
this legion was made

(Because)
Rit.

Behind the dark hills
a new dawn awaits
away from the rotten humanity
for a new world we prey

Entering the war fields
we hear a voice in our brain
it's an ancient scream
it's Father Chaos who declares:

"Dark is my cosmos
emotions I have left
fear this moment I will
raise my left hand!"

Rit.

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