It will smash the gates
Hungry beast of doom
Fire in its veins
Will burn all of you
It's behind your shoulders
Breathing on your neck
With thousands of soldiers
Ravaging the land

Run or die
Feet in the spilt blood
The screaming ram leads to the end

Feast of blood, sacred gift
By the holy beast of doom
Fire in its veins
Is burning all of you
Cut is the air
By its horns
Flesh everywhere
Meal for chthonian gods

Run or die
Feet in the spilt blood
The screaming ram leads to the end
Run or die
Feet in the spilt blood
Battering ram leads to the end