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!