In the nightime desert, I heard the pattering of feet
This is an army of darkness hitting the road
Axes Spears Swords in their arms
There is a force and a sign of war without god
Hot sand, heated sun, Stony ashes lie down on the ground
Everything that was living,
Everything that was breathing, becomes fire
Day or night, now is never mind Stony face eclipsed the sun
Everything what was staying, will stand by the sign -
Sign of ruins sign of war Warriors run, proudly they fight
They melted their iron swords
Blood burns their powerfull fingers
Bird of anger is flying child of peace is crying
No one have a chance be a great mistake