Leeching on life's crying vein sucking out the passion and the dream.
This is the honour of need.
Allies and foes unite or dark princes will prevail and our world will cease to exist.
[The] remains of the day will drown under our blood.

Poisoned, damaged, blackened we lie.
Servants of hell dance they wait for us.

We won't be sacrificed by clowns who wear a crown. We are the kings of our day.

Poisoned, damaged, blackened we lie.
Servants of hell dance they wait to take us to the other side in thorns and flames.

I cast them back through burning gates, Slaying opposers of liberty [and] defend the honour of our kind throughout time

Poisoned, damage, blackened we defy, don't forget that we belong here.
We are free.