They came to the land, to kill [bad word] 
They ride through the dark of the night.
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands
Grab for their last chance of life.

Bright shields! sharp swords!
March forward for their Lord.
Set the [bad [bad word] Meet your maker.
Battle cries! silent screams!
Submerge the Devil in evil dreams
Feel the [bad [bad word] Meet your maker.

I live for the kill, I do it at will
Let the weak ride back to the lair.
Now they will kneel to leather and steel
Gasp for the last breath of air.
 [bad word]  heads roll!
Enemy fear, take the soul
Set the [bad [bad word] Meet your maker.
Lash out! strike first!
Blood of the dead quench my thirst
Feel the [bad [bad word] Meet your maker.

gilded warrior wonders why...
His fear [bad word] new life on high...
Looking down... the dead won't tell.
Why his soul existence lives on in [bad word] 
Long live the spirit...!
In a life that knows no end...
Many pass before him...
Many in the wind.