I call death on you, face me and draw your sword for the day of atonment is at hand. To the armies that have fought by my side i call to you examin your heart and mind for when this hour comes, we cannot waver, we cannot surrender. Brought out on your hypocracy you double minded fool do not teater in the midst of blood for you are either for me or against. Sought to be relentless we have found you to be a cowardly foe
face me and draw your sword for the day of atonment is at hand. Sound the march for we shall ride unto glory, those who die shall not do so in vain. Those who live will tell the tale of one who fell from grace. Prepare you all for a mighty blow, to the front we have all been sent we claim what is ours. To the armies that have fought by my side i call to you
examin your heart and mind for when this hour comes, we cannot waver, we cannot surrender. Brought out on your hypocracy you double minded fool do not teater in the midst of blood for you are either for me or against.