With the black book
Book of the cross
They used it as tool

To rob and tame our lands

Now that it's dusk

We will invade
Feed our bloodlust
In the shadows of hell


We will fight
Till the last breath

Spilling their guts
With our hands of doom


Warm your blade
Carved out of iron
With the kings blood

By piercing his organs

Iron Pierced king

Iron Pierced king
Iron Pierced king
Iron Pierced king


Now their kingdom is ours
Now their people for slavery

Now their souls will be cursed
Now the kings head as trophy
Now their kingdom is ours

Now their people for slavery
Now their souls will be cursed
Now the kings head as trophy


Iron Pierced king
Iron Pierced king

Iron Pierced king
Iron Pierced king