The horde marches toward horror
Following the master's orders
They are blinded by their doctrine
But they smell the blood of the enemy

They despise the lives of opponents
Sadism is their pleasure
The grisly fun only ends
When it is your turn to suffer

While small parts of the game
Move on the path of destruction
The great commanders have fun in safety
Of their liar’s strongholds foundations and power

They despise the lives of opponents
Sadism is their pleasure
The grisly fun only ends
When it is your turn to suffer

They preach the honor of death in battle
But when the siege approaches the golden walls
The trail shows the true face of cowardice
Sending millions to the final abyss