Here is your farce throne, sit!
Now you’re tied, blind and defeated
Guard the lies, cry!
Gladden, oh poor spirited bastard!
From the caves we take you
Now dwell on our Babelian tower
You are bound to the chain of our will
Witness all our evils and deeds
Hear the song of our victory
Gloria! For the children of Tartarus
We’re the hammer and the anvil Forging the blades
Gloria! For the children of Tartarus
We’re the swords bleeding you dry to eternity