How can the hearth of an half god Remain pure when he touches the stars When he concentrates in his hands The fire of the sun Protect us with your iron fist We live because you decided it A mortal in your presence Is just a loser an unfit You won't stop till the infested lands Will be reduced to dunes of sand Till you'll have killed them to the last Their world will be turned into dust Fighting in his holy name Glory and death will be the same Millions of pathetic lives Won't be sacrificed in vain You obtained an eternal life As supreme emperor of man Constricted in a baroque machine A jail, a golden cell In a world where the farest past Was swept away by endless wars You keep the mankind memories Lost in dark ancient lore You won't stop till the infested lands Will be reduced to dunes of sand Till you'll have killed them to the last Their world will be turned into dust Fighting in his holy name Glory and death will be the same Millions of pathetic lives Won't be sacrificed in vain Fighting in his holy name Glory and death will be the same Millions of pathetic lives Won't be sacrificed in vain