Under the spell of the weeping dreamer
the world crumbled in the conquest of fear.

Now the faithful wither and the sinners blossom
in the wake of our newborn god.

Behold the arrival of the immortal king
Behold the awakening of the renewed flesh

Signs of reason in the sinners heads,
There shall not be a place for weakness
Storming the gates of the Corpus Christianum
a dying colony of shallow contempt.

He, the great warrior, son of lies and corruption
Revenge brought by the edge of his blade,
wielding the shield of ancient wisdom,
engraved the doctrine of valor and hate.

Unite and praise the new earth below your feet
as the flesh of the sinner is now free of guilt.