There in the horizon
The enemy is marching
There in their twisted minds
We stand no chance

Please hear me out
Before you make your minds
How would you want to die
As nomads or to be remembered
In the halls of our gods

There in the horizon
The enemy is marching
In their twisted minds
We stand no chance

Let’s raise our hammers
In the name of our fathers
We will fight their evil powers
And take back what's ours

Enemy approaching!
No turning back now!
You have sworn by your hearts!

1ST TIME
May the sands of this dry desert
Be the dead bed of the defeated!

2ND TIME
Prepare your warcries!

Let’s raise our hammers!