When the giants strikes Evil was rise Steel, flesh, they march Through the gates of doom Gates of doom Awaits in silence No power for devour Shivering spine Before the rage of the mighty strength The wrath of the wings Forsaken from the skies Sharpened stone Striking to the flesh Tearing the enemies that despize As their altar burns Spilled blood becomes demise Shadows kneel beneath the roaring sun silencing their final prayer.