Now, we journey through the fog
Our torches glaring in the night
Our steeds we ride, we summon thee this night
Now we approach a fallen fortress of medieval ritual power
Our daggers held high to the sky -
Fallen, suffering is the King - Our hatred comes forth,
To plunge ritual knives into chests of sacrificed humans -
Beneath the moonlight, we go to forests deep
There we shall - summon thee