Glory & freedom, povver & strife
Loading the runes vvith the essence of life
Open the portals vvith the chants of old
Vve are the future - o my brothers, behold
Novv as the black moon hath risen to run
I'm on my way & it hath just begun
Perpetual slaughter, for kill them I must
Follovv the voice of black blood & black lust
Fathering hosts for the realm of the lord
For the glory & shine of a merciless nevv god
Open the crypts vvith our dance & our song
Vvayke up the spirits, from an age longtimegone
Novv as the black moon hath risen to run
I'm on my way & it hath just begun
Sexual torture, for rape them I must
Follovv the voice of black blood & black lust
In my minde, the vvorld is dark -
A broken & dust covered mirror of
Black liquid stone.
I kill the christians & eat their hearts -
The altars of hell vvhich I serve
Are made of bloode, flesh & bone
