Marching forward with armies of strenght Warcry echoes between this mountains A dozen valleys and a desert to cross We are one, pure and fit Call of our hearts stronger than life While world creates this decadent age Warcry echoes between this mountains Symbols guide our way through the gates The will to prevail in hell and in heaven Deadly sting of the horn and our spears Impaling the ones not chosen by us We are the victory, we are the future