We attacked with thousand swords
 our banners were streaming under clouds
 at the gates of christian capitol
 The wide river of blood was flowing.
 We attacked with hate in our eyes

 Their request for mercy was nothing for us
 they had no respect for our ancestors
 today is not a day for mercy.
 We attacked and golden palaces collapsed.
 Christ´s elected ones paradise was burning.
 Their golden bells were tolling the last hour
 The last hour of [bad word] in pagan Europe
 We are just blessed soldiers
 from the depths of unbaptized forests.
 Barbarians in wolfish skins.
 And we had pleasure to burn the Vatican
 Gods returned and now they are with us.
 Spirit of war possessed our souls.
 Our swords want to fight with our moves.
 Its a great feeling to spill the blood in the basilica.
 Herds of ravens fly between the clouds
 [bad word] to the earth when we go away
 They´ll eat food we prepared
 They´ll drink blood we have spilled

 Epilogue:
 The vengence will be [bad word]  blessed by gods and spirits.
 In self defence of fatherland.
 Vengence done by our hands
 brining [bad word] death for enemies.