The world is waiting, anticipating tragedynCynical spirits, try to spell our legacynnWe'll trample the dead with ten legions of mennOnly the true will survivenThere'll be no retreat, all false souls we'll defeatnOur call to honour won't diennBeware!nnSign of the storm! Our time's at hand!nBlood on your sword (All Hail!)nSign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is nownYou've got blood on your hands!nnCrowds of fools watchingnFor a flicker of weakness in our eyesnBut oh how they'll crumblenWhen they hear our battle crynnDo be afraid!nnThe warriors now gather, from all corners of the worldnOne mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war!nnAfter the slaughter, we gaze upon the bloodsoaked fieldnNo pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all too realnnThe world is watching, now to mourne this tragedynThe cynical spirts once again begin their schemennForever we will fight togethernBrother hold your torches highnWarriors of Albion!