A grim shade of warlike beasts I am Once crystal clear now dusk fills my lungs Turned towards the storm, my blistered soul "To the battle" battalions roar Aroused I fall into the hands of hate Blessed be the spectre... A grim shade of bestial lust I am Once free from hate now death fills my soul Turned towards the storm, my bloodred sword "To the battle" my bloodlust roars At the stormclouds of rage The opening to spheres unknown I gather the immortal army For the forthcoming battles I conquer, I enslave I am the reaper of innocence I pull the strings, I control your soul I command the hordes of hatred