Стихи: Никита Шевцов

A whole world of blood, tears and death,
The stench of corpses takes our breath,
The carpet of skulls stretches to the horizon,
Today, we have served nicely for Khorne!

A knight and barbarian, scrapper and hangman
Equal to Khorne, they are his blood clan.
No pity, no mercy, and no weariness
We directed only by the bloody madness.
No pity, only by the bloody madness.

We are the army of Master of swords
His power is breaking the universe,
His hand separates heads of gods.
Be afraid of his army, for murder it comes!

No pity, no mercy, and no weariness
We directed only by the bloody madness.
No pity, only by the bloody madness.

Fight with us furiously, Imperial dogs
Fight with us so that shaking the rocks
We would still crush the Golden Throne
For our God, the blood master Khorne!

No pity, no mercy, and no weariness
We directed only by the bloody madness.
No pity, only by the bloody madness.

A knight and barbarian, scrapper and hangman
Equal to Khorne, they are his blood clan.
No pity, no mercy, and no weariness
We directed only by the bloody madness.

To bloody madness!
To bloody madness!
To bloody madness!

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