Still we fight we march to war never knowing when well fall fueled by a call to cleanse a call from our god to spill your blood we are tireless we are loveless we show no mercy

and we know not peace and our war will end end with your head on a stake this fire in our eyes will guide you to eternity we spare not the weak and we spare not the cowardly


and this fire will guide you our peace is in death your fate lies on our blades evil man dead man rest in ashes know your own hell