Our cruel masters Overlords of the black earth Have fallen unto ill days Abandoned by their gods War has ravaged them Corruption and decadence have divided them all Their pharoahs, their scribes, their priests, their gods Hear not their cries Revel in their suffering Yeah verily they had long made war War upon us They enslaved our kind They violated our lands and razed our cities With contempt they made our fathers to crawl Like beasts of the field Not now nor ever shall we shed tears For the oppressors Who have fallen to ruin Let them descend into war and chaos Amongst themselves Let them tear into each other like wild dogs Let them starve like filthy rats Let them expire by plague and disease Let their cities burn We do not aid them We do not hear their sorrowful wails of anguish Revel in their suffering For far too long have they incited The wrath of the gods We shall revel in their suffering Their cruelty and malice Their contempt for all we are Their merciless atrocities Shall be returned upon them By the gods themselves Let them suffer