Where sun creates shadow's games
where tragic echoes speak of death
why Lord why between the ruins
through lakes of holy blood
I walk in tears for my wasted land

Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel
in this neverending fight against the
beast soldiers of twilight turn back to
hell burn in your fire or glory for me
will be your end

Mothers and children embraced in
blood torture and rape will leave
their sign after the sorrow I call the
holy rage burn in my heart now
flames of blind hate

Echoes of tragedy carved on my
steel in this neverending fight
against the beast soldiers of
twilight turn back to hell burn in
your fire or glory for me will be
your end