It is engraved on our flesh
The almighty sign of evil
The symbol of extreme beliefs
The seal of perversion
We need the weak human race
To give them pain and death
All that is called a sin
Have always been within ourselves
Decadence and sadism
Will be our fate but yours too
We're the sick bastards of Satan
The guardian of this knowledge
He showed us everything
From lust to cruelty
It is a real orgasm
When we torture people
Death is always a delight
We're addicted to your agony
Vomiting on your cross
And all other humanist emblems
Kneel down before the satanic wrath
Suffer in this world and beyond
Call your pagan or holy deities
To amuse ourselves before the carnage
Our sign is the pentagram
The mark of the superior race
We don't choose victims because of their skin
For we will burn it anyway
Hatred is boundless
Always trying something new
Creating inhuman savagery
A morbid game for this shame called life
Corpses are piled up, rotten flesh
All over the ground, an intoxicating smell
Essential for the invocations
We are possessed by a madness
That makes us so vicious and depraved
By water, air, fire and earth
And by Satan, let the chaos begin
