Under Korpens Vinger

Every tear is frozen
Our soul is chained
Our hatred is bloody

All joy has vanished
All laughter has disappeared
All life shall end in death

In a cold and desolate landscape
Shall the black horde emerge
Our lord shall rise
Forever, reclaiming his kingdom

Our battle shall be rewarded
Our name shall be praised
Our minds shall follow the path
And his dear honesty shall forever be lost
All morals shall be rejected
You will but you die of shame

Now the time has come
Yes, crush the words of the good
Let us forever be rulers of this earth