LET BRUTALITY BE THY WHETSTONE, WARMONGER OF THE SKY

WITH WICKED IMPLEMENT IN GRIP, SHARPEN LOVE IN CONQUEST

SET LOOSE THE CHILL OF DEATH, REAP WEAKNESS FROM THE WEAK

THROUGH YOUR VIOLENCE, HONE YOUR EDGE

ALL TITHES TO THE BLACK EDGE, ALL TITHES TO XIVU ARATH

RAISE HIGH MY BLEEDING BANNER

SING BATTLE, AND BECOME A GOD OF DEATH

ON THE HORIZON

FACE ME IN GLORY