Worthless slaves, lick at yours conqueror's heels Chained, shackled... march in sorry procession Mercy forsaken, laugh at your pride in tatters Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak!
Cries of your women riddle the burning air Starving dogs devour you as you bleed What gods will deliver you from your pointless existence? Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak!
Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons
Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousands strong, ride from distant horizon...
Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men! Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death!
Earth and water: life in total submission Dynasties shall spit upon your crude and weakling breed! Rule of iron! Feed our armies with your children Perish for our greatness, throw your meaningless lives away!
Dirges sing for the nameless We who are erased Save our honour Spit in the face of the victor
From empty steppe They came to curse our lives Blood spilling reavers To burn our homes and take our wives
Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death!
Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons
Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousand strong, ride from distant horizon
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