Beheading the last of the weaklings
Crushing their hopes to the ground
Saving no one, killing them all
Beaten, burned and drowned
The hordes in the heat of eternal fire
Casting the scum now into the mire
Deeds of pain feed from the light of hate
FORWARD! ATTACK! DEVASTATE!
Burning their pitiful villages
Wasting their children and wives
Plunder, loot and pillage
The one in flames, the owner of souls
The stench of his breath so sickening and foul
Lord of all fevers and fucking plagues
Providing the sharpness of our blades
Leave their land torn apart
Rip out their beating hearts