A grim shade of warlike beasts I am
Once crystal clear now dusk fills my lungs
Turned towards the storm, my blistered soul
"To the battle" battalions roar
Aroused I fall into the hands of hate
Blessed be the spectre...
A grim shade of bestial lust I am
Once free from hate now d**h fills my soul
Turned towards the storm, my blood red sword
"To the battle" my bloodlust roars
At the storm clouds of rage
The opening to spheres unknown
I gather the immortal army
For the forthcoming battles
I conquer, I enslave
I am the reaper of innocence
I pull the strings, I control your soul
I command the hordes of hatred