All that matter is to smash the enemy
Clouds of dust will hide the Sun forever

Puking lead and hate, superbia in proelia

Hold your cross and be ready to suffering
All enemies shall bleed

Puking lead and hate, superbia in proelia!

Fell the cold embrace of death
As the ashes cover the ground
Merging with the rest of powder
And the smell of the burnt flesh

We're shooting up and down against them
It's raining fire from the dark skies
Listen to the roaring thunder
Announcing the inevitable end