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
Make sure everyone dies


The one in flames, the owner of souls
The stench of his breath so sickening and foul
Lord of all fevers and $#&@ing plagues

Providing the sharpness of our blades

FORWARD! FORWARD!

Feed the flames of hate
ATTACK! ATTACK!
Give them maximum pain

FORWARD! FORWARD!
Destroy and decimate
ATTACK! ATTACK!

Devas-$#&@ing-tate!

ATTACK!

Leave their land torn apart
TORTURE!
Rip out their beating hearts