Brewing like a storm of rage and doom,
The cursed army conquers shields and fields.
No swords and arrows the spirits shall fear,
The will that craves for ruin holds the leash. 
 
Unholy shadows roam the forsaken world,
Under the darkness that is blur and cold.
Unpunished (they) suck the souls of all who live,
Unchecked (they) swallow pride, 
                          Deprive of hope and blessed light.

The ancient cities lie in blood abused,
The minds remain exposed and confused.
Corruption and malice reign boundless,
Heartless fiends march the lands fearless.

The gentle silence blesses terrible crimes,
No loud voices and no cries will ever rise.
In hiding live the outnumbered outcasts,
Ferocious fights leave the deepest scars. 

The ravenous hunger is getting stronger,
The avid blade just craves for greater power. 
Unholy souls lust for the heavy blood-shower,
In the red sky voices of the martyrs rumble.

The sweetness of the moonlight... 
Will never touch your ice cold face...
The kisses of the morning sunlight...
Will never heat your merciless heart...
The divine light of the bright gods...
Will never embrace the spoiled brats...

The minds full of deceit keep chasing wicked streets,
Looking for the coins to steal, they make the truth kneel.
Their mouths spout lies and rally righteous hearts,
Clash the faithful friends and stir up more fights. 

Survive the night despite the striking odds,
Accept the tortures and move through the darkest night.
Suffer losses. Don"t take the Lord"s name in vain.
No rightful gain. Endure the whole world"s pain. 

You"ll win the throne; you"ll bring the world to ashes and ruin.
You dash like a deer, you smash like a bear. You"re on the hunt.
Silence your victims. Bring down the foes. They"re on the run.
Open the (sacred) gates before it slaps you in your face, 
                 And it will be too late to mourn and blame.