Bloodstained hands, devoid of redemption
In the name of the faith, in the name of force
You raise the banner of nothing less
Than unrestrained hate — unjustified — your faith is hate…
Culture on culture
Tribe is turned on tribe
Will you rise up from the ashes
And cross the great divide?
You would kill your brother
You’d give up everything
Just to become holy
To your god you mean nothing
On black wings we rise again
The call to arms to break their neck
Phoenix rise to take revenge
Set the fire throughout the land
On black wings we rise again
The time has come to make amends
Valkyries come and clear the land of souls struck down in the desert sands
Bloodstained hands, devoid of redemption
In the name of faith, in the name of force
You raise the banner of nothing less
Than unrestrained hate — unjustified — your faith is hate…