Hear my call of distant age
Slipping as а morning dream
Hot like sandstorm rage

Dark awaits the fallen 
From assassins blades
Like the silk that their faces fades 
There is no law except the one
Nothing is [bad word]  everything is allowed

Oh Creator, lord of Stars
Will power and might preserve
Under the skies, 
The abode of fear, stronghold of Lies
Alamut

Give me strength, raise my soul, 
To throw wrath upon your foes
Lift my spirit, grow my senses
To [bad word] sword of violence