The mountains below we reached by our will   The flames of our swords are burning still      Temptated by the night to spread hate and fear   Were the revenge the blackest, Their souls is our prey      Storms of evil, thunder and might   Their moons in our eyes, a guiding sight      Were in the march of profanity   The darkest breed, again well rise   forth against the flocks of the weak   Well approach a land forlorn      Our hordes arrived / Oh hordes of white,   watch us take your lives   As false youll fall, falseness disappear      (The Land) where eyes are blind we have found   Battle sign under the shape of mine   Darkest souls now set free   We rose again, damnations reign      Watch me absorb your thoughts   See me ruin your halls of light   Weltering in your sadness for infinity      Were the march of profanity   Your tragedy, falmes will rise   forth against the flocks of the weak   No return, A land forlorn