Where sun creates shadow's games
   where tragic echoes speak of death
   why Lord why between the ruins
   through lakes of holy blood
   I walk in tears for my wasted land
  
   Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel
   in this neverending fight against the
   beast soldiers of twilight turn back to
   hell burn in your fir66e or glory for me
   will be your end
  
   Mothers and children embraced in
   blood torture and rape will leave
   their sign after the sorrow I call the
   holy rage burn in my heart now
   flames of blind hate
  
   Echoes of tragedy carved on my
   steel in this neverending fight
   against the beast soldiers of
   twilight turn back to hell burn in
   your fire or glory for me will be
   your end