From the top of the man-shaped mountain
Begins a narrow path
Descend to a beast among the others
The ascend to become a star
In the raging seas of chaos
Frail structures of mankind shake
Not having faith in Satan
Blindly believing in fate
The armies march
Under the bleeding crescent moon
Under the rusted star of David
From the top of the man-shaped mountain
Beastific visions dwell
First to turn slaves into beasts
Then into rulers of hell
The armies march
Under the bleeding crescent moon
Under the rusted star of David
The mankind crawls
Under incompetent sign of the cross
Under re-enforced eternal wheel of the sun
Be prepared to kill
That what you are
Be prepared to carve
Your soul out from your flesh
Wounds from Satan's sword never heal
Beastificate
