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When the world is falling,

I shall rise from my grave

When the harvest comes,

Let the souls come to me

To the War God!

Cold steel in my hand,

Dead meat feed the lands

My wrath is raging on,

The skulls are filled with blood

I was when nothing was,

I was before no land was formed

Man was made in our image,

In our likeness,

As a War God

Cold blood,

wash the face of the priests!

Runs from wide opened veins

No rivals stand before my sight,

My anger reach the heaven's heights

Hear my voice calling on,

The world is on the hunt

Fresh meat feed the lands,

I lead you to endless pain

...at War!