For the lord who knows all that is Has promised the crown of an Emperor Giving power to the false Who pray spinelessly to God as their greed becomes our overlord Weary of valor and devoid of light Pious convictions become a spiritual blight They built their temples on the backs of slaves Absolved of all error and sin Well are we placed here in this field of arms Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow Beset upon by the hand of God A kingdom purged of filth and infidels May the prophet guide our blades As the violence of his faith makes the land into an earthly hell Weary of valor and devoid of light Pious convictions infect with spiritual blight They built their temples on the backs of slaves Absolved of all error and sin Well are we placed here in this field of arms Blood red the steel of durandal shall flow Thousands of years plagued by religious disease By their own faith our race will crumble and fall to it’s knees Infidel souls, captured and thrown to the fire They fuel the beast of war To manifest it’s hateful gods desires Why are we ever born, for the day of ruin dawns Now we have lost our peerage and our lords An inquisition comes with all it’s force Now we hear the shrilling horns Fierce is the battle and wondrous grim