Where sun creates shadow's games

where tragic echoes speak of death why Lord why

between the ruins through lakes of holy blood

I walk in tears for my wasted land



Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel

in this neverending fight against the beast

soldiers of twilight turn back to hell

burn in your fire of glory for me will be your end



Mothers and children embraced in blood

torture and rape will leave their sign

after the sorrow I call the holy rage

burn in my heart now flames of blind hate



Echoes of tragedy carved on my steel

in this neverending fight against the beast

soldiers of twilight turn back to hell

burn in your fire of glory for me will be your end