On this day, upon perverted shores,
I look into the sky.
Past the fields, through your million whores
I look into your eyes.
Devastate your opposition
Lay waste to the sun
Extinguish their light
Muster your strength, to become the glorious.
Wounds spill free, lament the taste of death
With gods we'll dine tonight
I see your fear, you'll not find it here
Death in glory, glory in death
I know as my body is torn asunder
My soul shall transcend, great glory in death
Blood on my hands, death in the air
A glorious end, valhalla is waiting