No matter, we're enemy or true friend
We're warriors, to die the sword in our hands
Here's the war, too late to pray
Your god ain't help you, weaks will be dead
Choose your side for glory and pride
Weapons fill the air, and you will pray to die,
Warcry!
Screams of vengeance, taste my strength
Steels are crushing, glory is my fate
Ride on them as thunder, fall them on the ground
Cut their heads, burn their corpses around
Behold my heroes, hear my warcry!
Death can take us, but we have holy pride
Continue to slay, no human feelings
Until no enemy, left for killing