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Descendants from the sky

Followers of the unholy will die

With weapon in hand and fire in our eyes

We’ll ride through hell to take their lives

Howl! their calling us to fight

Baptized in fire and cleansed with holy might

We are the Riders of Sacred storm

The slayer of the wile wyrms

With the force of the holy flame

We’ll kill in gods name

With pure hatred for our foe

We’ll strike a lethal blow

Our infernal battle cry

We’ll fight until we die

Marching we will lead the crusade

Their blood will cleanse my blade

With a bloody triumph We’ll take their last breath

Lying in pain we’ll wait for their death

Through the end of time our fight goes on and on

Through hell and back we'll carry on

We are warriors, stars in the night

The army of darkness will burn in the light

We summon the Spirit, the Hammer will rise

The wicked will suffer, and beg for demise

With the force of the holy flame

We’ll kill in gods name

With pure hatred for our foe

We’ll strike a lethal blow

Our infernal battle cry

We’ll fight until we die

Marching we will lead the crusade

Their blood will cleanse my blade