A black rotten mist of death
And burning piles of the bodies of the wretched
The harmony of the pack riding from the end of the world
ready to scourge and destroy the established
Inspired by the chaotic force
Of the misanthropic instinct of power and pain
Announces the beginning of the largest hecatomb
Never foreseen in the book of great lies
The noise of a thousand carnivorous horses
And the burning arrows cutting the winds
The smell of cut flesh
And the screams of raped women
Atrophied beasts inspire terror
In those servants possessed by fear
His unleashed apocalypse drowns all hope
Wiping out in the name of the god of war
They desecrate their temples
and torture priests
cut all scalps
and burn the town
Outrages and desecration are his only will
There is no space or opportunity for peace dialogue
His lineage is born from steppe wrath
The one that finally has the extermination of the civilized world
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