I glare at what has become
Under these darkened grey skies
I cry out for my death
To seek the land of horror and pain

These piercing blades of steel
Is the way for us to die
The sword cuts through the sky
But no cries are heard, not one

I forever close my eyes
Immortal I have become
All life seeps from my skin
My ambition is now complete

I am the ruthless lord
Of this ancient realm
I spread this plague of fears
As a saviour eternally damned

In a world where the skies reign blood
And the pitiful and weak are none
All glory shall come again
In these forms of purest black

We praise the chants of war
We slaughter the sick and weak
Raise our swords to kill
For our Reich of impurity and hate