Where sun creates shadow's games   where tragic echoes speak of death why Lord why   between the ruins through lakes of holy blood   I walk in tears for my wasted land      Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel   in this neverending fight against the beast   soldiers of twilight turn back to hell   burn in your fire of glory for me will be your end      Mothers and children embraced in blood   torture and rape will leave their sign   after the sorrow I call the holy rage   burn in my heart now flames of blind hate      Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel   in this neverending fight against the beast   soldiers of twilight turn back to hell   burn in your fire of glory for me will be your end