Swordblades running in honour of hatred flag
In the grim winter morning light
Bloodstreams flowing into the storm
In the sign of the pentagram we shall previal

Forward warriors - out to the storm
Forward warriors - into the bloody war

Come with the young, battle when the morning light's red
Burning flames is the sign of the devastation of the gods
I want to serve our lord and our faith
And follow the last flag to victory or death

Hear our hatred of a thousand soldiers voice
Hear our hatred of a thousand warriors scream

Warriors of hate ready for the slaughter
Rising from the dead possessed by bestial lust
With devilish desire to see blood flow
Lords of terror hellish, leading us the way