From the castle in the fog

(The castle) with countless battles

Is sounding the horn





Only true warriors full of true hate

Are living in this castle

Raised in Pestland

Surrounded with dull clouds and frozen winds





I summon the mournful night

And come forth the chasm in the sky

As thunder rumbles

And the fullmoon lights our doleful faces





We have no fear

We who honour our mission:

The rebirth of the Middle Ages





It will soon be time

Time for the final war