Sacred war breeds devil's martyrs Our reckoning raises banished masters In the iron grey apocalypse Among the leaves of autumn's dead Heroes have been born again In the temple of the holy lands In the iron grey apocalypse Among the leaves of autumn's end Heroes have been hanged again In the temple of internal lands Never to weep at the boldest of graves
But there to find our blood gift remains The treasure and the atrocity The blackened shades of ages night Never to weep at the boldest of graves But there to find our life-gift remains The treasures and atrocity Blackened waves of ages night
Sacred war breeds devil's masters Our reckoning raises banished martyrs
Amidst the trees of autumn's end Horrors have been born again In the temple of internal lands The new Jerusalem falls and stands Amidst the trees of summer's end Heroes have been hanged again In the temple of the holiest lands The new Jerusalem falls and stands In the iron grey we part our lips