Time has come, shrieking horn Would you die under the scull throne?
Raise your wounded hands to the old gods Target your pray to heretic lies Howl to nameless force which order holds Take silver nails – crucify Fanaticism has made us brothers It isn’t important, who are you Be one piece of religious warmachine Which hate and love another (ones) We and prayers and believers Tormentors-priests, suicide martyrs Chaotic army with different weapons All we have – for dethrone HIM
Faith is your spiritual ward against satanic storm That can’t be broken Diabolic beast with ten crowns upon ten horns Has come to enslave us It surrounds this world like deep space’s cold With tentacles from hell Take your shield and sword if you didn’t sold The way to life
Throw your icons, crosses out now This time is not for silent cry With guns, axes, machineguns and bows We will come and make HIM die Crucify the whore of Babylon Burn in fire all satanic priests And when we will be winners alone We will crush each other We are zealots and fanatics Soul wounded dead priests, death crowned martyrs Chaotic army with different weapons All we have – for dethrone HIM
Faith is your spiritual ward against satanic storm That can’t be broken Diabolic beast with ten crowns upon ten horns Has come to enslave us It surrounds this world like deep space’s cold With tentacles from hell Take your shield and sword if you didn’t sold The way to life