The black army, impaling all who stand  no mercy, strike hard with sword in hand    Charging hard, leading the advance  Run them down, opposition has no chance    Hold high our flag, the flag of hate  Woven with pestilence and war  Carried to all lands on our hate campaign  we black the sky, the power so immense    Charging hard, leading the advance  Run them down, opposition has no chance    Village left in ruins, smoldering decay  Bodies lie in mud as the stench begins to rise  Victory is ours with war gods by our side  Our sights upon the next, to the north we ride.    Charging hard, leading the advance  Run them down, opposition has no chance