Текст песни Greetings From The Abyss

We invoke, invoke, invoke you our master We, the chosen ones, beg you For the command to the ultimate attack We can´t hesitate, they are coming Our streeds stand ready, swords shining So give the ultimate command! Charge! The prince of death flies above the battlefield Blood, sweat, dust, scream of horses´ neighing Red clouds cover the scene ...and then the horns will blow And the enemy will be swept into nothingness ...only dust and ashes!