Bugles beckon to red disaster
Deadmen gnaw
At coffined sod
Those who rode
With the one black master
Are now in league
With the knights of God
In courts of kings
A law is made
Of man's doom
His debts are paid
Of man's doom
He waits for one
But do not fear
Chaos is come
The Lion of Mitra broods his spell
Upon the bridge
To the gates of hell
The chain of life
Has stilled his wrath
'Til red death treads across your path