作曲 : Cataract, Fuellemann
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm 
No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in 
Pain Two horned master is on the rise 
Deaths riding in by the storm they are driven 
Cant you hear the screams - we are the damned 
We are the feast for the unholy priest 
Master and 
Servant, the puppets are on 
Man has to retreat for the masters brigade 
Listen ! Listen ! 
Listen ! to the hallow horn 
Listen to hallow horn 
A new race will be born 
Listen to hallow horn 
A new race will be born 
The undefeatable legion 
Will kill the great pigeon 
This is one of many futuristic and symbolic looks at how the world will once come to an end. 
Looking at the wars that are been fought all over the world. 
We are nothing else than heading straight into our decline. 
As we are raising hell everyday, we have woken up the two horned master. 
He is awake for the free blood. 
Soon there will be a big death storm raging around the earth with his legions leading it. 
They will come to take our lost souls and bring back purity with fire. 
He will be marching in with glory horns and will be leaving a bloody soil. 
And we give support day by day.