Текст песни Keepers of Death - Чаша скорби

Bowl filled with a sense of the enemy
Tasting the taste of blood - drinking cup to the bottom
Empire was honored our legion
But now we have become the enemy of the Order and

Impregnated pain our history
And Kindred blood filled our cups
And with the chaos we are, and the empire apart
We see through the fallen souls !

System of the empire we tame
We are the light of the Emperor in the heart store
We seek will be the essence of truth to all our brothers
We dispel the darkness and oblivion curse

Drink for the Emperor to the bottom of the bowl
And in the bowl of the blood and blood - the spirit of the enemy!