From the castle in the fog (The castle) with countless battles Is sounding the horn Only true warriors full of true hate Are living in this castle Raised in Pestland Surrounded with dull clouds and frozen winds I summon the mournful night And come forth the chasm in the sky As thunder rumbles And the fullmoon lights our doleful faces We have no fear We who honour our mission: The rebirth of the Middle Ages It will soon be time Time for the final war