Preachers of impurity
Through your wisdom
And the secrets of ancient black magic
Convoke the true Gods, The Mighty Ones

You are hearing our call
You have come to us
To join us in the conquest
By your side we will ride
Through endless blackened clouds

We will reach the battle fields
On black winged horses
Bloodthirsty swords in our hands
And forearms with barbed protection
Filling the fields with bodies
Of your heavenly week soldiers
Spilling a bloodbath over the ground

Streams of blood, a neverending flow
Mountains of human flesh
Soon to be cremated

Barbaric demonic warriors
Are covering the earth with the ashes
From the cremation of the defeated armies

By The Power Of Darkness
Gods Of War we ride by your side

Join us or die
Let you soul fall…
…into darkness
And be one more of The Horde.