We attacked with thousand swords

Our banners were streaming under clouds

At the gates of christian capital

The wide river of blood was flowing

We attacked with hate in our eyes

Their request for mercy was nothing for us

They had no respect for our ancestors

Today is not a day for mercy...

We attacked and golden palaces colapsed

Christ's elected ones' paradise was burning

Their golden bells were tolling the last hour

The last hour of Christian rulers in Pagan Europe

We are just, blessed soldiers

From the dephts of unbaptized forests

Barbarians in the wolvish skins

And we had pleasure to burn the Vatican!

Gods returned and now they are with us

Spirit of war possessed our souls

Our swords want to fight with our moves

It's a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica

Herds of ravens fly between the clouds

They'll come to the earth, when we go away

They'll eat the food we prepared

They'll drink blood we have spilled

The vengeance will be cruel

Blessed by Gods and spirits

In self defence of fatherland

Vegeance done by our hands