When the fields are red
Like a crimson robe
And the name of the king who wears
This robe is man
The waves of wrath have been released
To drown the sinister and different

Noble causes sink in oceans of bodies
Where flesh and steel is one
Memories of ancient wars
Remove the frozen bonds of time

Return to carthage
Ages have passed
And savage hordes have bowed
To the true gods

Glory is a whore that seduces even a
Priest but few are those who taste her
Kiss upon the piles of those that she
Betrayed

Return to carthage
In bitter irony
The proud city lies raped

Gods of order, gods of chaos
Till the next time
When our pawns will move again

In the fields of our endless battle