With the chilly morning breeze We drag our bodies Into the lungs of the Earth With the first rays of the sun We hide in our caves, In the woods With Macick and mayhem With blood and tears By the Ancient Nature By the Eldest Forests In the darkest night We will prevail! The burning symbols of God The remnants of our unholy acts The only sign of our existense When the sun fades away Behind the mountains, under the horizon We draw our swords And storm the mountainsides Like Unholy tide Our shields reflect the moonlight And the hilltops shine In silver-blue flame The earth is trembling Under our feet We will crush Jehovah Like a worm!