Fight away
the night shall embrace once again all the faith
do rise
the sword into heavens and praise for the fate

and steel shall arise for to cheersish the sun
the moon and the earth and divine, the quaran
we’ll sail to the north for to steal the pure cold
and then we shall drink from the christian blood

shall we arise in the depth of night
to end all the tears in blood
heavens shall wait for our men to fight
their ways to the field of gods
shall we prepare for the last awake
before the great ascend
but first we shall spit the enemies
with the curse of the arab hate