I glare at what has become   Under these darkened grey skies   I cry out for my death   To seek the land of horror and pain      These piercing blades of steel   Is the way for us to die   The sword cuts through the sky   But no cries are heard, not one      I forever close my eyes   Immortal I have become   All life seeps from my skin   My ambition is now complete      I am the ruthless lord   Of this ancient realm   I spread this plague of fears   As a saviour eternally damned      In a world where the skies reign blood   And the pitiful and weak are none   All glory shall come again   In these forms of purest black      We praise the chants of war   We slaughter the sick and weak   Raise our swords to kill   For our Reich of impurity and hate