Hear my call of distant age Slipping as а morning dream Hot like sandstorm rage
Dark awaits the fallen From assassins blades Like the silk that their faces fades There is no law except the one Nothing is true, everything is allowed
Oh Creator, lord of Stars Will power and might preserve Under the skies, The abode of fear, stronghold of Lies Alamut
Give me strength, raise my soul, To throw wrath upon your foes Lift my spirit, grow my senses To become sword of violence