Guiding armies to the war of our hate

Trough pain and horror passing by this torments
Getting your loyalty Be prod of be the armies of your king

We are lords of war Obey our commands!

Ritual to honor the warrior land!
Sacrifice Holocaust!

Hate against the weak, give death to us, the kings!
Warriors, armies Hearts to our ritual!
Death to weak Honor to armies!
Control to us The true kings!

Burning horizon marching to the lake of doom
Where the lost empire once were was the brutalist ruler
There we'll burn that stupid temple of a virgin bastard crucified
Reconquering our mighty land from the nails of mediocrity

Upon this mystic mountain
We are commanding our imponent armies!

Ritual dance! Our bleeding mutilation!
Burned skin! Auto flagelation!

To be powerfull we must suffer this ritualistic horror
Ownblood spent just for our greed of power

God take our blood
Just await until we come back
With the warrior slaves
For your unholy sacrifice!

Upon this mythic mountain
We will rule the empire again !