We possess the power of the gods-
We command the fires of hell-
We march on and on and on-
We slay your popes so tell-
Of the days of the mighty-
And the battles of the proud-
Of the magic of our warfare-Our hate hidden enshroud-
FORTUNES OF WAR!
We liege and siege your town-
Your temples crash down-
Bow to the steel-
Life’s broken wheel-
Can you hear our Gods laugh?
In the mountain halls!
FORTUNES OF WAR!
