Текст песни Emperor The Warriors Of Modern Death

All raised to be men
Given image and path
Supreme
Idolised warriors
Bright steel, burning rage
Never too late to try
Stand tall
Never plead
Live and let die

I see the spirit of these ancestors
And reconsider the faith
A primitive sword can not win my war
Could fury
Flaring eyes
Calculated verbal gun
My pride, justified
Spiritual steel shines bright beyond the sun

The pride of the warrior
Is far from dead
The colours of Death are still black and red
Though modernised
Blood will be shed