Blasphemous chants against the gods

threw us in the abyss of a curse

1000 thousand days of war and scorn

will make us repent to be born

no hope to flee from this jail

but we can't die we shall not fail

Our fate is written swords and shield

born to die on the battlefield



[Chorus:]

the curse has been cast

no place to hide or flee

we were named WarBringers.



Now I remember ungraceful days

taken as prisoners by the enemies

Under the fortress walls we will march

Our banners high again!

"...then we took refuge in the woods

with strange visions in our minds

a great plan covered by enemies' heads

until that moment I can't be dead."