Bloodstained hands, devoid of redemption In the name of the faith, in the name of force You raise the banner of nothing less Than unrestrained hate – unjustified – your faith is hate... Culture on culture Tribe is turned on tribe Will you rise up from the ashes And cross the great divide? You would kill your brother You'd give up everything Just to become holy To your god you mean nothing On black wings we rise again The call to arms to break their neck Phoenix rise to take revenge Set the fire throughout the land On black wings we rise again The time has come to make amends Valkyries come and clear the land of souls struck down in the desert sands Bloodstained hands, devoid of redemption In the name of faith, in the name of force You raise the banner of nothing less Than unrestrained hate – unjustified – your faith is hate...