Raging Battles

At these battlefields no one can cry
If you listen very well, you can hear them sigh.

The bittersweet taste of death tickles in their tongues
They hunger after blood, filthy air flumes through their lounges.

They all know their mission so well:
To finally rise proudly above the ones who fell
Our written word has told:
If you are careful and wise, you will never die young
But look at their mind: hateful, hostile and cold.

Here are no careful god or savior
The only ruler at these fields is the
Creator of the pure, strong malice
You now see before your eyes.

The ground is mingled with blood and spit and tears!
This is the ultimate dimension where no one can show their fears!

So stay strong, wave the hammer
And you will soon have your victory!

These fields are now ruled by our fearless army
Feel such desire when we sense our victory.

Now the enemy cries and begs for mercy
Their dreams will never come true.

Their blood will just drain away to the forgotten fearful Hell
This will indeed be their last day on Earth.

And when you see us in our eyes
You are looking into the twilight beyond.

The fatal enemy can now feel the hate and
Purification we have given to them
Here none ever show mercy, this is your
Final fucking breath of air.