(ęSakkuth 2000)

As the Great Bear rises in the sky
They march forth from a distant horizon
The ground trembles beneath their feet
The hunger of their swords tell what's to come.

Banners fly held high signifying their murderous art
From a land, a land of chill
In the darkest place on hearth they are born
Violent and sadistic their way of life

Cold their hearts are
Paying respect to a god of murder.

For all existing life forms
Driven by hatred
For themselves.

Five thousand years worth of torment
They have caused breaking the earth when they were born
A wound that could never heal just growing from within,
Till the day when they break the hearth for the final time.