summon you, oh king of the land 
Gunpowder is born of my throat, ignite it 
Take now my weapons 
Carry us both to the place 
Where we will never leave 
You unfurl October to my legion 
Where the angels forever be a dead birds 
Your eternal furious tide embrace us 
It drain his hearts and die 
Father, we are ready to your armed order 
Black tree in autumn winds 
And liberate Xaphan on the land 
The artillery that they guard my veins. 
Your horses be trodden on the ocean 
And all forces in my storm of war, 
Horses armoured to your military sing 
While his weak person wings tremble 
My thorns point at the wind 
We will tread on mined fields, oh Satan 
The west looks like no winter 
JesuXpo burn under the sea 
They are the ashes beyond venus