No chivalry behind your arms,
Coldness, behind your force.
Breath beneath your neck,
It's time to decline war!
Night falls,
the world begins to flood the core.
Ice cold,
the human war begins to roar.
Trade death,
with your rabid arms and men,
Cloaked tombs,
for the Faces... of Evil!
Strenght will be exiled,
Rocks will turn to ash,
Chaos is appalled,
Turn your holy grave.