under gloomy stars
we're walking our path
to glory and victory
or pain and misery
under gloomy stars
we're marching to war
through the darkland depth always deeper
followed by the reaper
reaching a battle full of gore
a scenario of horror
we are born forlorn
while we're listening to the sounds of horns
blood on swords, my battleheart hurts
surrounded by black birds
death to all mankind, whispered from the deathknight
dispatched from him
the sound of horns
no soul and no feelings with pain they're dealing
black blood they're bleeding
acting out of false pride, behind masks they hide
dispatched by him
the sound of horns
in the middle of the night
the stars are shining bride
noone is alive, under the sky
body next to body, guts next to guts
they are born forlorn
never listening to the sound of horns
in the middle of the night
a last man is standing light
tears of fear run from his skin
his soul is filled with sin
as a shadow rise from the ground
and he listens that the sound
of horns dies away
and the evil starts to say