From ashes of this world From the deep Black of Night We are in misery
From freedom of faith For glory of your Hate we are marching on crusade
Marching for to search your king for kill him, We need holy blood in our skin. Across the gates of sky, and felling your faith, the words as you say: Mercy! Die!
Faith, Behold Hell, Honor Chose your fate
Praying for God, but Living in hell Faith for nothing
Die! Sit down in your Throne Sit down in your fame Fell my arrive Pray! for just your life To arrive in a "paradise" we are marching on crusade And you will fall