How far the shores of Ithaca is
In that sea of total mediocrity
Humanity deserves no second chance
Drown shall remain in it's nothingness

The sermons of the chosen shit
Leads the countless Christian sheep
But inside our intolerant souls
Pounds the wolfheart's instinct

Begone! We return as a cleansing fire
Not to forget - Nor to forgive
When everything fails, we're taking control
When dusk covers all, we're back for War

In this age of retreat a demon is reborn
To attack your heaven
and storm the rotten walls of your apathy
He stands not for deliverance
But to set your fucking world aflame
A vision of mythical Ragnarok
The battle of the final day…

How close the gates of Valhalla are
From this laureate but lifeless battlefield
All hope shall perish in that storm of hate
Behold our fury, for you it's just too late

Sun gave his place to The Great Eye
And horizon dressed with a funeral shroud
Blood and Iron reigns supreme
The Legions march with their Banners ahead…
And thy bastard kingdom gone!