Enemy approaching
From the southern lands
Christendom enslaving
The people once free
Under the banner of the cross they will serve
Forced to pray to a god of the feeble
Fearing the wrath of an impotent deity
Praising a son so ignorant and mortal
So gathered we our forces
And joined our pagan armies
War drums and horns resound
For into battle we ride
Eye to eye with enemies
Our swords cut their flesh
Their blood gushes on our faces
Our blades smite their throats
The purity of our spirits and blood
Brings us strength and victory
Tonight we will feast like never before
Drinking Christian blood with wine
My pulse is one with our war drums
I howl as one with the war horns
Fearless I stare at the enemy
For into battle we ride
