(Malus)
My brethren!
Now is the time of retribution.
These humans sit comfortably in ignorance.
Their nobles feast, drink, and dance until the morning's light.
Ruthengard will fall to its demise in a drunken stupor.
With their hero turned assassin gone,
their walls will fall with one blow of the Köl war hammer.
Their young men and children will become slaves.
Their old will be piled high in the city square.
Their women will scream in terror!
Oh, they will taste the sword.
Twenty thousand Köl , separate tribes,
united under one banner, will ensure the purification of this land!
Annihilation has come upon them!
Finally, these usurpers will atone for their horrific violations, my brethren! May their blood sacrifice appease Diabolus,
so that the Köl race may once again rule this land.
With the sword, chain, and fire, go forth in hatred and obliterate this vermin!