Where sun creates shadow's games where tragic echoes speak of death why Lord why between the ruins through lakes of holy blood I walk in tears for my wasted land
Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel in this never-ending fight against the beast soldiers of twilight turn back to hell burn in your fire or glory for me will be your end
Mothers and children embraced in blood torture and rape will leave their sign after the sorrow I call the holy rage burn in my heart now flames of blind hate
Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel in this never-ending fight against the beast soldiers of twilight turn back to hell burn in your fire or glory for me will be your end