No more peace The evil in fight Fighting the world Fires of the fear Shadows of the night They reveal the death One shine in the dark Feel Anglachel We hunt, across the hills and forests With hate and honor, as starving wolves The enemies will feel our revenge With no way to escape They are going to hell With the flame of the hate in our eyes We will destroy all enemies With the force of the steel in our hands We will free the world A history, about a sword with great value She will never love, by hand that it serves In battles, it will show always glory The warriors surrender Reverence Anglachel Coming from the skies Sent by the gods It is the might A mortal sword Creatures of the dark Sent from hell They will be crushed By the power of Anglachel The fight begin Kill the evil... now!