Over mourning planes the pale face rises
The trees are singing a dying man's dirge
Grey stones stick out like arrows in the ground
Dead grass dancing in the night
Claws pierce the soil
While unhallowed words echoes
My dark spell awakens
Bodies long forgotten
Claws pierce the soil
An army of dead flesh rises
Driven by evil forces
Hate, retaliate, annihilate!
Replica's of decayed Nazarene resurrecting
Anthithese of bright shining angels
These tools of vaul flesh and blood
Messengers and soldiers of my holy army
In which form this war will be started
Angry souls, dead or alive
Will destroy the book, fairlytales called heaven
Destroy the plague of human kind
