| Born on a field, sucking blood from my enemies | |
| Hear their cries for their mammy when I **** them | |
| The shining blade now tear their flesh apart | |
| While Satan play his dick, laughing, beg for more | |
| Born with a battle face | |
| Bloodstains on my hand | |
| I raise up the ironfist | |
| For your mastery | |
| Through a hall I carried 9 victims | |
| I thought this story was over but no, no | |
| The wellknown demon from the chapter of 10 | |
| Had caught me in a dream and another tale | |
| Born with a battle face | |
| Bloodstains on my hand | |
| I raise up the ironfist | |
| For your mastery | |
| Woke me up as a light, cold sweat dripping | |
| Can not find a clue, am I dreaming | |
| Tried to walk my legs to the mirror | |
| Voices in my head keep screaming | |
| Born with a battle face | |
| Bloodstains on my hand | |
| I raise up the ironfist | |
| For your mastery | |
| Born with a battle face | |
| Bloodstains on my hand | |
| I raise up the ironfist | |
| For your mastery |