With the black book
Book of the cross
They used it as tool
To rob and tame our lands

Now that it's dusk
We will invade
Feed our bloodlust
In the shadows of hell

We will fight
Till the last breath
Spilling their guts
With our hands of doom

Warm your blade
Carved out of iron
With the kings blood
By piercing his organs

Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king

Now, their kingdom is ours
Now, their people for slavery
Now, their souls will be cursed
Now, the kings head as trophy
Now, their kingdom is ours
Now, their people for slavery
Now, their souls will be cursed
Now, the kings head as trophy

Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king
Iron pierced king