It will smash the gates Hungry beast of doom Fire in its veins Will burn all of you It's behind your shoulders Breathing on your neck With thousands of soldiers Ravaging the land Run or die Feet in the spilt blood The screaming ram leads to the end Feast of blood, sacred gift By the holy beast of doom Fire in its veins Is burning all of you Cut is the air By its horns Flesh everywhere Meal for chthonian gods Run or die Feet in the spilt blood The screaming ram leads to the end Run or die Feet in the spilt blood Battering Ram leads to the end