I shall exhaust the light without to cultivate the light within Pouring down the wine of woe from the burning firmament As they celebrate weakness you shall become an embodiment of power As they bend a knee to a king's rule you shall do as thou wilt Strive for steel and not for gold Drench yourself in blood on the hunting grounds Beneath the red sun In hoc signo vinces To see your enemies driven before you And splintered to a thousand pieces and scattered to the winds