Our cruel masters
Overlords of the black earth
Have fallen unto ill days
Abandoned by their gods
War has ravaged them
Corruption and decadence have divided them all
Their pharoahs, their scribes, their priests, their gods
Hear not their cries
Revel in their suffering
Yeah verily they had long made war
War upon us
They enslaved our kind
They violated our lands and razed our cities
With contempt they made our fathers to crawl
Like beasts of the field
Not now nor ever shall we shed tears
For the oppressors
Who have fallen to ruin
Let them descend into war and chaos
Amongst themselves
Let them tear into each other like wild dogs
Let them starve like filthy rats
Let them expire by plague and disease
Let their cities burn
We do not aid them
We do not hear their sorrowful wails of anguish
Revel in their suffering
For far too long have they incited
The wrath of the gods
We shall revel in their suffering
Their cruelty and malice
Their contempt for all we are
Their merciless atrocities
Shall be returned upon them
By the gods themselves
Let them suffer
