A child was born in blood, Bloodislav
Bloodislav, is he innocent?
This man is thirsting for blood
His greed causes victims
His appetite is insatiable
Panic, fear, desperation
Forever governed by an outlaw
Obedience to his words, death to his foeman
Hell is open, a devil is near
Innocent blood was shed
The tyrant is here
The land is laced with flames
Dust and ruins, oppressive silence
The ways are covered in blood
From town to town
Perdition sprawls, injustice reigns
Your words he misconstrued
Bloodislav has slaughtered you
Hell is open, a devil is near
Innocent blood was shed
The tyrant is here
