I please my hatred on your legions
I cut your flesh by sword of grief
I drown your lanscapes in blood
of your sons and daughters and gods
rivers and trees curse you
we came to kill your brutal prophets

we dont fight for triumph or loss
the triumph and loss at your present
for our loss was our grim birth

and Aras roars for vengence
of all poured bloods
and breaks down
palaces and shrines
so beware our bloodred pens

and however may we`ll die in this war
but till the last drop of our blood
we will fight and kill and die