Dense files of Lucans
Blood-thirsty barbarians
Are rushing worth
To intense onslaught
Defending adversaries
Adherents of Holy Church
Are drowned in their own blood
As just born kittens
Heads of Christians are cut
By axes of Lucans
Crosses from neck-stumps
Are stamped into dust
Heavy battle uproar
Fatal for believers
Fear in faces of Christ's servants
To flee? To surrender? Death is certain
Dawn of judgment day
Twillight of Act of God
The last battle
Death of Christianity