Lay waste the earth on winged steed Exterminate in their thousands those thieves All those who dared to dress as kings And wear the raiment of mastery Tenth and final avatara, who will set the bounds of cosmos Great striding bloodavenger of the cleansing storm That sets ablaze horizons, entombing Age of Iron To sire those godkings who will live a thousand years Lay waste the earth under steel hooves Quelling underfoot whom it behoved To sing the paeans of false parity Assuming praise for an order of nullity To those who will fall like gold leaves Heralds constituting the book of New Dawn Whose chapters may be written But yet whose blood will be the ink Exterminate all those bodies of men Who bear the name and designation of king Eradicate him wedded to hunger For soon his name will be ashes Extirpate those upon whose faces The fumes of vice are ever manifest Inhume those who left abandoned Their only worth when they forsook their servitude Who fire brings, and ushers in the new age And crushes earth with the great stamp of his heel Who winter brings, to purify the whole earth From all those by indolence swollen Who cleanses both of the world halves by truth Inaugurate the sons of gods on earth Blood revenge, to slay the wolf unleashed Which bit the hand of the august god of order
earth, whose, exterminate, bloodavenger, behoved