Our Feast Of Victory

From the highland valleys resound the drums of death

Boots of steel march across bridges of stained wood

Burnt remains of sylvan unicorn altars weep in sorrow

No mercy, black warlords of bloody dominions

We have gathered for you feast of total victory

Hoist the banners across the mighty fortification

Just maybe the firen where the prisoners are tortured in their filth

Set ablaze the stares torching remnants of resistance

Runes of sorcery call the curses of the devils

And the bells distant chime is our reminder

If you forget the oath, death will not redeem

Life if black, battle and blood rule our souls

Over the mountains where we lie in ambush

To the desert where our allies crawl in sand

We have fought tribes, clans and cities

Filled with life that just doesn't please us

And something in their faces just makes us sick

So don't regret one moment of the suffering

Each scream of mercy from children unanswered

Drops dead one of their disgusting angels

And when enough of their blood drenches you

Just maybe the fire will let you have a taste

Of what it is like to crush entire worlds.