Black clouds gather
On the horizon to the east
A violent wind blows this way
The feel of old air empowers my lungs
The thunderous drums of the past,
Echo off in eternity
No illusion to my eyes
The dawn of a new era is upon us
The return of Thule,
And the rise of a new Armanen empire
Now is the time for war,
Time for purification
We are the true essence
Of cosmic supremacy
Wielding the sword of destiny, and the
Hammer of omnipotent power