We go through life and triumph over lower ones
Determined to vanquish all that's worth nothing
We are the eternal & impregnable shadow
That makes all fools efforts void
The spawn of hell has gathered
The elders take command
The legion is embattled
To make it this time end
We are the iron forged nails in their coffins
The wooden pegs in their vulnerable chests
We are the fate that every man will meet
The strong and the weak
The spawn of hell has gathered
The elders take command
The legion is embattled
To make it this time end
"Complaisance for some but do not
waste respect towards the ingrate"
In the fight we are like animals,
Malicious and without mercy
With baring teeth and claws like daggers
Permanent exact pattern of prey
To wreak havoc with the weak
At the end they all will bleed