| This is times of battle, | |
| This is times of war, | |
| This is time for discipline, | |
| No mercy for a war whore. | |
| Life turns harsh, | |
| But lust does not disappear, | |
| Life turns dark, | |
| But attraction is still there. | |
| To taste the forbidden, | |
| To dance with the wolves, | |
| Erotic deceit, | |
| Pleasure above rules. | |
| This is times of battle, | |
| This is times of war, | |
| This is time for discipline, | |
| No mercy for a war whore. | |
| This game, this flirt, will come to an end | |
| Power will change, | |
| Our nation will rise again, | |
| The hordes will scream for your death, | |
| They will claim revenge, | |
| They will ravage your body, | |
| They will serve you hell. | |
| Spitting in the eyes of your defenders, | |
| With open legs you surrender, | |
| Embracing the muscular overpower, | |
| Our pride you so simply devour. | |
| It is time of battle, | |
| It is time of war, | |
| It is time to be disciplined, | |
| No mercy for a war whore. |