Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle
To the treasure of the damned
Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord
Covered with rich headdress
He will proceed on his way over the line
Furious as tiger
Once the tower rocked and cracked beneath its lash
Caught in inextinguishable fire

Conqueror – Conqueror – Conqueror

The lord of host gave me ear to his song
Intolerable blackness helms him
Only the lightning from his hand that sits
When usurping tyrants fall
An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire
Pines in the prison
Compassion is the vice of kings
Stamp down the wretched weak

Conqueror – Conqueror – Conqueror

You are not the slaves that perish
Pity 'em not
Tear down that lying spectre of centuries
Vices and virtuous words
We'll hide on a smash of sorrow
You shall fear
Let your rites be performed
With joy and beauty

Conqueror – Conqueror – Conqueror Conqueror