The reek of black echo from Christ's eyes

Stabbed in spite by a thousand knives

To murder not only this world

But also "god" and to crush his cenotaphs



In times of strife

A fire burns

Warmaster returns



Those who awaited in dread and revulsion

For the sombre tyrant's return

And to once again hail the cloven hoof

In forbidden spirit with the courage of kings



In times of strife

A fire burns

Warmaster returns



When the kingdoms of men fall in mayhem

The ones who live for strife will survive

There will be no equality, no exemption

The violent inversion of the inefficient earth



When the fortresses of choice have decayed

Blood convokes those with the will to fight

And those who strove to embrace the world in vein

Shall claim their distinction when burned at the pyre