Legions marching.
warrior's hordes guided by the shades through the hidden abyss,
commanded by our dark hearts,
crossed the infernal threshold.
The great night of vengeance and devastation has arrived,
among the dense fog the primal evil has loosened.
Numerous cowardly souls,
covered by the infamous mantle of the ignorance,
feel with mistrust the call of their death.
We are the fear that freezes their veins,
the dagger that mutilates their hopes,
the envy that infects their bodies
and the blame that lashes their weak minds
Before the incredulous eyes of our detractors,
the beauty becomes abominable,
making crueller their condemnations,
stronger their chains.