With the black book
Book of the cross
They used it as tool
To rob and tame our lands
Now that it's dusk
We will invade
Feed our bloodlust
In the shadows of hell
We will fight
Till the last breath
Spilling their guts
With our hands of doom
Warm your blade
Carved out of iron
With the kings blood
By piercing his organs
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Now, their kingdom is ours
Now, their people for slavery
Now, their souls will be cursed
Now, the kings head as trophy
Now, their kingdom is ours
Now, their people for slavery
Now, their souls will be cursed
Now, the kings head as trophy
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
