Raze the fortress to the ground Its walls can stand no more When the head is amputated The body soon dies He stood before me d**h was in the air He knew he couldn't win He knew he was to die No one shall touch his body Or you will suffer my wrath He died with pride on the field Bestow him the utmost honor Thus he died... The toll of the iron in his ears Our embroidered standard as a shroud Slowly fills the heaven Don't ravage his corpse He died as he would To the victor the spoil To the vanquished the relief No one shall touch his body Or you will suffer my wrath He died with pride on the field Bestow him the utmost honor Glory to my enemy Glory to the dead Our rampage keep going Glory to the dead Glory to my enemy Glory to the dead His dream has died