Iron Legion!

The day of wrath is near

As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near
And a million heads will roll


Transylvanian Mountains
Campfires lit the night

Secret(I've) gatherings
Recall (forgotten) martial might
Executioners they are, under heavenly wings

The final war hast started,
When the angel's sword swings


Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... let the reaper descend


Mystical musings, in the shadow of the sword
Christian monks of death, terror they spread
Attack with virulent hate, the crucifies of Christ

The coming of violent death,
Will cleanse the wretched land


Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend


The day of wrath is near
As the seventh trumpet calls
The day of wrath is near

And a million heads will roll

The flaming sword, the scorching word,

The wrath of god, iron guard rise
The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god,

The legion burns in the fires of her own eschaton

Necromysticism, elevation of the earth


(Once) soaked in ancestral blood,
Death becomes the word

Militant apparition in cultic disguise
Ling live death! They are the iron hand of god


Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend


On earth as in heaven,
(It) will never be
(As) the red iron fist breaks

The legionnaires' skulls
Bullet in the head, face down in the dirt
Phantasm of supremacy, lies vanquished in the mud


Avenging archangel... Wields the sword of death
Avenging archangel... Let the reaper descend


The flaming sword, the scorching word,
The wrath of god, the iron guard is dead!