As the fire storms the bloodied heavens The grieving weep in the dying of light The congregation of fear feel their tumultuous plight As lustrious turbulent winds roar across the land As blood in the seas, are poisoned by the spell Of the deadliest call, to relish impurest of blood As heralding masters of our faith We shall rise above the highest of thrones To observe and conquer The whitest of lights fucking faith With slashing razors, we aim to strike vengeance Across the plagued wasteland of weakened spirits On mounted steeds we march forth - hail! With fearsome blood craving hunger For pure and cherished blood enslave finest glory To see them fall and burn pleading fuckn mercy Skulls are branded by the wielding of irons And the flesh is slayed by the thunderous sword Bounded in chains are the remains of a thousand rabid whores We reap with carnage and lust Through their villages and destroy their false hope Blood is smeared in their faces As a symbol that we are the gods from hell Cast them to the grave and let them burn in deaths turbulent fire!