We're settled off the shores again, Settled off to kill, apply terror On those domestic strangers Regions exist for legions Legions exist for doom! Place the c...

We're ready for a long journey, That will lead us to our death Cowards stay with the olds We all wait for the bell to toll Our hearts feel no fear, Our wifes s...

Shackles of pain and torment: Insturments to rip the flesh To bend and shatter the bones, Crimson fluids are drawn Spat on false gods and their dogs The holy m...