The frame of mind of the wicked is filled with evil intentions Some are subtle and hide their acts with peaceful words Yet others hate with fury and bring the sword on the innocent The spear of pain, the sword of hatred, the axe of tyranny and despair The enemy will not rest, destruction becomes intense, where is our escape? Filling the cities with hatred
He who possesses ears, let him hear The one who sent me sees our grief; destroyer of those who oppose You see, the victory belongs to us spiritual extacy overcomes We face the armies of despair Annihilate the Hordes of Hell
Raise the banners of the cross And the weapons of war We will fight to the death Until our war is won The wisdom behind us is eternal The ways of the wicked will perish Indescribable anger is seen throughout their lives How can they triumph if God is on our side Time to die, clash of warfare, many are slaughtered of two opposing sides
With armies of angels at my side I conquer the earth with the sword The wretched men shall suffer, the fools shall fall The unholy judged by the one who saves souls The Arduous Warpath; The Arduous Warpath!