The rageful winds move our worn flags of battle

As venomous black serpents undulating through the sky

The torrential rain cleans the crusted blood of our faces

As we march for another massacre, to cut off heads and torture

Destroy everything and everyone in this trial

Behead the victims and expose them in their misery

As bleeding omens of the fate

That all our enemies shall suffer

They must perish by our hand

We must kill without retreat

Prepare the stakes for massive impalement

Impale them! Impale them with cruelty

Impale them! Impale them with hate

Tear up their feeble souls

With innate bestial savagery

Impale them! Impale them with cruelty

Impale them! Impale them with hate

Let their corpses lie high in the air

And anyone who oppose shall be penetrated

By twelve feet long horns and left to hang

As living forests of human garbage

Breathing in excruciating pain

As they descend to the bottom of Hell!