Sturmangriff

Split their skulls with divine wrath,
Flatten their villages to an ashen path.
Leave nothing but ruin, as we carve our path.

Shiver in fear, as you hear our cry.
Burn their homes, until the land is dry.
The end is near, no god stands by.

Pull your maces, pull your swords.
Raise your arms, and slice through the hordes.
Let the spirit guide you through the battle.
Show no mercy, let none rattle.

Split their skulls with divine wrath,
Flatten their villages to an ashen path.
Leave nothing but ruin, as we carve our path.

Shiver in fear, as you hear our cry.
Burn their homes, until the land is dry.
The end is near, no god stands by.