On the top of a misty hill

We are standing on our warhorses

With our black swords

Proud as the raven and strong and evil





The battle is storming below

Our troops are trampling the vermin

As the smell of blood reaches us

We are the Black Knights

Born to reign





Blood on my swordblade





Trumpets are sounding gloriously

The rolling of drums is announcing dominion





Blood on my swordblade





We are led by pure hatred

By a desire for holocaust

I strike and I strike 

With my bloodstained sword

We have no mercy

The extermination will be complete