Led astray their beliefs Chose to worship on themselves Destroyed all who opposed them Betrayed all those who had supported them They defy ancient gods, The holy spirits Divine kin Provoced by creators of sin The ways of these rulers Are commoner's repugnance Those who make them what they are They grind to the ground Now standing superior in flesh Soulless inferior in depths Awaiting masses' fury To be wiped clean We are to conquer the western lands Their rivers of blood washed with theirs Drown them in their penance Clean our dead with their skulls When the king is coming, all men will tremble with fear