Sons of sins, famous by his father tolerated by atrocities and murder
Banished in the cults of true fate
Trained to the slaughterer of the hope
Death is greeted every day
Learning how to handle the sword
The faith comes for the kingdom
The regime releases orders on us

Take the knives and throw them to the aiming point
Play with the slavedogs on the square
A mixture of anxiety and bewilderment
Is it ok to be disturbed and insane?

War is our sacred task
Stab a red lance in the frozen underground.
It is the reason of our life
This order defends the true faith and the realm with fire and sword
The war starts today do your best what you have learned
Report the king of victory
Let their old feelings of revenge return
The rituals of the order are never put under suspicion

Sons of sins, famous by his father tolerated by atrocities and murder
Banished in the cults of true fate
Trained to the slaughterer of the hope
Death is greeted every day
Learning how to handle the sword
The faith comes for the kingdom
The regime releases orders on us