The Sun Worship - Hour of Penance

There is feasting once more where we give the sun our sacrifice

The night seems to devour creation

This is the day in which we’re sent to take no one alive

Our might needs not to hide ambition

Draw out the sword, you’ll see how we build empires

Our march storms like raging sea

Dust and bones is all that’s left once we summon thee

Desolated lands

Serving the sun for his warm nourishment

The scars leave this land dried

Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt

Defenseless — Despised

Scorned — Dead

Don’t spare these fools, they serve

The will of rotten gods and shameful creeds

Denied is their life — Cleanse them

This is our fight to set them free from all disunity

This bright scene of end times shall rise

Draw out the sword, you’ll see how we build empires

Our march storms like raging sea

Dust and bones is all that’s left once we summon thee

This old era ends

The scars leave this land dried

Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt

Gone