To Kill or Die

The Guardian commands
And the great invasion begins
The blackened iron gates
Close with loud noise

But it's too late
The walls were broken
The tower was taken
The defeat is imminent

Confusion, despair
Hysteria, moans and cries
Marching soldiers. Thunder sound
Marching soldiers. Death around

Believers, will be crushed
By Satan's sons
To kill or die
March! March!