The world is waiting, anticipating tragedy   Cynical spirits, try to spell our legacy      We'll trample the dead with ten legions of men   Only the true will survive   There'll be no retreat, all false souls we'll defeat   Our call to honour won't die      Beware!      Sign of the storm! Our time's at hand!   Blood on your sword (All Hail!)   Sign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is now   You've got blood on your hands!      Crowds of fools watching   For a flicker of weakness in our eyes   But oh how they'll crumble   When they hear our battle cry      Do be afraid!      The warriors now gather, from all corners of the world   One mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war!      After the slaughter, we gaze upon the bloodsoaked field   No pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all too real      The world is watching, now to mourne this tragedy   The cynical spirts once again begin their scheme      Forever we will fight together   Brother hold your torches high   Warriors of Albion!