Full of hate and carelessness This will be the army to march For the land of the noble warriors In hymns of glories with axes and swords Watered in christians blood See... They implore now for death But the sufferance Wants to possessed your bodies Your screams hopeless Fortify our spirit for the war To defend our honor, our land And to squash our enemies To create the chaos And reach the victory This is the empire that will survive In flames Listen the sing of the amazons In the sound of the trumpets They call you for fight With impiety dominate the cold blood Cover the eyes of hate Then is the art of the old war That burn the soul Of the nocturnal guardians The flesh contortion To touch in the wire of the blade And among the shadows The shout of the black crow Annunciate the arrival Of the hordes of the darkness Is the supremacy commins The pure domination