The Conqueror - In Battle

A grim shade of warlike beasts I am

Once crystal clear now dusk fills my lungs

Turned towards the storm, my blistered soul

«To the battle» battalions roar

Aroused I fall into the hands of hate

Blessed be the spectre…

A grim shade of bestial lust I am

Once free from hate now death fills my soul

Turned towards the storm, my blood red sword

«To the battle» my bloodlust roars

At the storm clouds of rage

The opening to spheres unknown

I gather the immortal army

For the forthcoming battles

I conquer, I enslave

I am the reaper of innocence

I pull the strings, I control your soul

I command the hordes of hatred