Raise the ORCHRIST
to cleave the ones of the earth
With tears in my eyes
I see this battle I have lost
and dream ...
of MEMORIES ...

Perished, in present times
Alive in far away past days
Hostile hordes have crossed our path
They have invaded ...
what I wish it was mine!
Another lost trial of strength
Lost battle ...

On my steps to darkness destiny
My cleaver dark shall not rest in its sheath!!
Now I can only dream of salutary destiny ...
... And hope for ... Utopia!
Hostile hordes have ...