Toward Terror

The horde marches toward horror

Following the master's orders

They are blinded by their doctrine

But they smell the blood of the enemy

They despise the lives of opponents

Sadism is their pleasure

The grisly fun only ends

When it is your turn to suffer

While small parts of the game

Move on the path of destruction

The great commanders have fun in safety

Of their liar’s strongholds foundations and power

They despise the lives of opponents

Sadism is their pleasure

The grisly fun only ends

When it is your turn to suffer

They preach the honor of death in battle

But when the siege approaches the golden walls

The trail shows the true face of cowardice

Sending millions to the final abyss