The Call Of Oricalco's Horn

Million legions line up behind our backs
The clamor resounds within the whole plain
The ecstasy overcomes our men

It's an honor to be in the frontline
Attack with ire, break his rows
Unleash your fury, sow the panic
Stab his heart, break his shields

Transform him into a hero, a blood bath
Destroy his towns, burn his flesh
Honor the gods, enslave them all
Take out his heart and steal his unholy soul

Sentenced by the eternity to be your last slave
You feel the power in the battlefield
Enthroned as a prince of war
Not dominate your wrath and your hands tremble

Being the elected one before the very God's eyes
Born to reap lives
Take out his heart and steal his unholy soul

Sentenced by the eternity to be your last slave
Everything that has been murdered by you in battle will be your servant in heleim