Scourge of the World Songtext
von Tumulario

Few may have seen that despite time and space
Cultures′ human truths are meant to be only one

"As the scourge of the world, ruthless we must be
In the name of our fathers, anger is our gift
Proud to be heathens, sooner or later Valhalla awaits us
Our victory must be hard-won; we're not afraid of death!

You′re all deservers of our wrath
Run, hide, scream and die!

We're the spark of your hell
Fear us, or be dead when your monasteries burn
We'll be thorns in your flesh
Our gods won′t be forgotten when we bring you to the end
Ragnarök!"

Scourge of the world!
History gets written with blood
We′re the scourge of the world!
Ours is the legacy remains after the wars


Vér hríð til þess at andask
Til handa vér sæmd æn blóta órr vol-tivar
Krákarnir munu hafa þik!
Óðins skegg! Skål... Skål!
Different worlds, same realities
Mundos diferentes, mismas realidades

Payqa kawsanmi ch'ixinmi k′uchuyta kani
Pacha mamaq manta kawsaqmi kani
Ñam tayta Inti qispiramunña
Pachamama ñuqanchik sumak kawsay
Mundos diferentes... ¿son mismas realidades?
Indeed, different worlds. Yet are they same realities?

"A mis entrañables tierras llegaron para maltratar
Parásitos acorazados que mis tradiciones hicieron desgarrar
Portadores de enfermedad, saqueadores de amplias riquezas
Genocidas que nadie convoco
¡malditos transgresores de nuestra vitalidad!
Solo nos queda nuestra sabiduría ancestral."

Sacked, raped, killed, manipulated!

"You're the bringers of our doom
We will not surrender ′till you, invaders, leave our homelands
Our dead, our pain, our gold and our gods won't be forgotten
Regardless if your pest is gone... or if our race is lost"


Scourge of the world!
Our history got written with blood
By the scourge of the world
The defeated ones everyone forgot