Our comrades in arms lying dead in the streetsnFrom choking on metal that s spineless and weak.nThe Jackals are gloating, with victory in hand.nBut the last true believers rise up from the land,nnHowling our metal we light up the world,nAnd the banner of Ungol is proudly unfurled.nRaising our legion, and now you belong,nAnd the point of the blade will be screaming our song,nnCrushing the upstarts with steel in hand,nOur forces together, and nothing can stand.nThe Legion of Chaos shall vanquish the wrong,nAnd sweep them aside to make way for the strong,