A grim shade of warlike beasts I am
Once crystal clear now dusk fills my lungs
Turned towards the storm, my blistered soul
To the battle battalions roar
Aroused I fall into the hands of hate
Blessed be the spectre...
A grim shade of bestial lust I am
Once free from hate now death fills my soul
Turned towards the storm, my bloodred sword
To the battle my bloodlust roars
At the stormclouds of rage
The opening to spheres unknown
I gather the immortal army
For the forthcoming battles
I conquer, I enslave
I am the reaper of innocence
I pull the strings, I control your soul
I command the hordes of hatred

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