Sacred fire on the horizon
Lightings and thunders
Clogs of horses and iron cry
The fierce assemblys wait
The horde of warriors
Follows the sacred lights, distantly to
A fortress of demons, to distruction
And to the end of peace.

Blood on their sword
The sacred flames fall down from the sky
The temple will return to its ancient shine
Gods will protect them with a sharp blade
Will be in the hostile flesh!

Stretched out shields, soldiers nearby
The leather bag empty but fear, stay on
Anybody regret united in the blood
Death isn't a sentence!!

Blood on their sword
The sacred flames fall down from the sky
The temple will return to its ancient shine
Gods will protect them with a sharp blade
Will be in the hostile flesh!

The lance against the enemy
Ready to pierce the bowel
Of what before helmets on their head.