Thousands amidst ye, bestowed thy command
Thousand at hand destined to abide
Thou slaughter obliged by abominated tableau
Justified by thy vow of tranquility
Victorious deceptions delude thy pledge
Thee art mere dratted hellhounds
Cursed by Agronas drum till thee solely stand
Wheneth will thee harken the woe of hewn limbs?
Forsaken art thou by self
Forgotten is forewarning of old
Give ear, they utter anew... "To arms!"