I glare at what has become 
Under these darkened grey skies 
I cry out for my death 
To seek the land of horror and pain 
These piercing blades of steel 
Is the way for us to die 
The sword cuts through the sky 
But no cries are heard, not one 
I forever close my eyes 
Immortal I have become 
All life seeps from my skin 
My ambition is now complete 
I am the ruthless lord 
Of this ancient realm 
I spread this plague of fears 
As a saviour eternally damned 
In a world where the skies reign blood 
And the pitiful and weak are none 
All glory shall come again 
In these forms of purest black 
We praise the chants of war 
We slaughter the sick and weak 
Raise our swords to kill 
For our Reich of impurity and hate