Horus, the Chosen Son

The fundation of terror
The shadow of torment
When hate consumes
The souls of man
It now is my mission
My final conquest
The right hand of chaos
That i become

Always conquer

Destruction of freedom
Man stands in ruin
My will has been broken
At the throne of bones
Hell cometh upon you
Will spare the chosen
The right hand of chaos
I have become

Right hand of chaos
Death to a false god
I have become