Wrath of Dead Horses Escaped from
Rotting Corpses and Flying
Towards Dark Forests in Fear of Angry Beasts


Every Night of Fullmoon we guard our Land
From the Disease of Christians who Seek our Spirits


This time we Kill ,Capturing and Torturing
No More Mercy for Lost Souls


Our Anger Comes with Sin
In No Fear of Death


Force of our Empire lead us
Give us right path to Glory


We will not Betray you, We will
Guard Your Kingdom well and loyal

Just to see our Proud Banners
Marching on a Throne of King


This Shift is Final, It will come with red Sky,
Dark Clouds and Grey Fog where we
Stand for our Empire against Everything

Weak like Christian Feelings