Mother of Pain

we enter now enter our world in troops of thousand men
an army of [bad word] with "swords beamed"
we mark our lands with blond in fire we prevail
we are [kramonos -- phonetic approximation], we are the end of days
we darken skies forever
we force the sun to ground
we are the priving empires in our days [bad word] we're filling up the trenches with blood of thousand men
calling my mother, we will not return

mother of pain
we will not return
wipe your face of tears
we are ever marching

we dwell in consecration
we are at the state of war
we [want / won] the world today in sorrow and in pain
we're burning candles
inflaming hearts and brains
we rise and fall in heaven
we fall and rise again

we conquer world today with swords of light and fire
we are living torches, we marching towards the sky
we are the legion, and we will worship sun
for you my mother, we will not return

mother of pain
we will not return