No more peace

The evil in fight

Fighting the world

Fires of the fear

Shadows of the night

They reveal the death

One shine in the dark

Feel Anglachel

We hunt, across the hills and forests

With hate and honor, as starving wolves

The enemies will feel our revenge

With no way to escape

They are going to hell

With the flame of the hate in our eyes

We will destroy all enemies

With the force of the steel in our hands

We will free the world

A history, about a sword with great value

She will never love, by hand that it serves

In battles, it will show always glory

The warriors surrender

Reverence Anglachel

Coming from the skies

Sent by the gods

It is the might

A mortal sword

Creatures of the dark

Sent from hell

They will be crushed

By the power of Anglachel

The fight begin

Kill the evil... now!