prepare the land to burn
  carried on winds of war
  uprising hordes
  pilgrimage force
  praise the unlord
  until the dawn

  decapitate their god
  summon their wives to rot
  children are slaves of hell
  uprising hordes
  rising for war
  pilgrimage force
  until the dawn

  as we arrive, we leave no stone unturned
  and the smoke reaches high
  king ilves, countless heads roll
  they're destined to die

  from our hair dris the blood
  car ve our swords in bones
  sitting proud and rest
  and take only the best