Armies of the vastness ravaging rotten lands Traces of a dark and bloody war Mutilated bodies strewn across the ground Shed their souls in this new time The realm belongs to the creatures of the night Elders of this new world of death and pain Despair was instituted by the emperor There's nothing but fear in your silver blade I will triumph over your corpses I will put my spear in your skull I will turn your chest into my throne I will raise my flag over your heart I will triumph over your corpses I will put my spear in your skull The war will end in blood A leader, an empire and a nation Burning all these soldiers Destroying all the good of this lost world I'm walking on your remains Stepping on every bone, limb and organ To climb the red hills of hell And proclaim my victory over them WEREWOLF EMPEROR!