Where sun creates shadow's games
where tragic echoes speak of death why Lord why
between [bad word] through lakes of holy blood
I walk in tears for my wasted land

Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel
in this never-ending fight against the beast
soldiers of twilight turn back to [bad word] 
burn in your fire or glory for me will be your end

Mothers and children embraced in blood
torture and rape will leave their sign
after the sorrow I call the holy rage
burn in my heart now flames of blind hate

Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel
in this never-ending fight against the beast
soldiers of twilight turn back to [bad word] 
burn in your fire or glory for me will be your end