Time for you to rise and smash the tyrant's chains
Show the world we'll never toil beneath the yoke again
The stain of black corruption marks their faecal way
The might of blackened steel will have its rightful say
This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin
Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith
Besiege the world without restraint. Rather death than false of faith
Turn around the curse of fate. Rather death than false of faith
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith
Legions of the loud, let vengeance have its say
These fools have run our lives too long; let's bring them down in pain
The swarm of grim destruction leaves nothing in its wake
And we won't stop 'til evil in its grave, eternal, lays
This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin
Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist
Rise against the force of hate.
Rather death than false of faith
Besiege the world without restraint.
Rather death than false of faith
Turn around the curse of fate.
Rather death than false of faith
Rise against the force of hate.
Rather death than false of faith
