I please my hatred on your legions I cut your flesh by sword of grief I drown your lanscapes in blood of your sons and daughters and gods rivers and trees curse you we came to kill your brutal prophets we dont fight for triumph or loss the triumph and loss at your present for our loss was our grim birth and Aras roars for vengence of all poured bloods and breaks down palaces and shrines so beware our bloodred pens and however may we`ll die in this war but till the last drop of our blood we will fight and kill and die