When the apocalypse trumpets sound And all the candles kindle by themselves Our king and lord Belial come Take us to gather to Lucifer To make a great war Strengthning us with sin, the hate The rage, selfishness, hate and pain We prepare a great war beheading and killing all Christian angels and marking them with Blood and hate Invoking Satan's strength The wisdom of lucifer Belzebub's hate We'll manage to destroy our enemies Through lust and rancor Offering Asmodeus, Lord of Wars Our noble victory over those Who call themselves stronger But are nothing but frail and Dishonored who'll inherit the judgement