In Lenrir's goal I put my trust His standards will be my shrouds I will take my place in his realm Forever honoured Forever proud When the black is mixed with white and red They walk on holy lands with fervour Dressing crosses and metal ornaments The snakes flee the diffuse light of the black sun The traitors become confused in the fear The masquerade poisons the spirits The sky draws frescoes of former days And the air becomes as bitter as a soft acid
Templars of the black sun Enslavement of the world Templars of the black sun Commanded by god are the wolves Templars of the black sun Made of iron are my gloves
Walls and pillars of the worship places crumble off The symbols are destroyed one by one by the sword They don't care about prayers and shouts Edifices collapse in the flames of heaven The creeping dying dissidents are thrown To the justice of the swarming vermin A lot of books of lies strewn over the ground Offences and offerings to the divine wrath
Templars of the black sun Enslavement of the world Templars of the black sun Commanded by god are the wolves Templars of the black sun Made of iron are my gloves
Blood My boiling blood cries for vengeance Restless shall always be my threadbare limbs My axe shall be forevermore my one and only ally Yet My land battle still craves for a well deserved recognition To know that I have not always arrogated All these victories And to be reassured that I have always Behaved as a spokesman My errors will teach me all lessons to be learnt What does not destroy me makes me stronger Purity shall enclose the malevolent scent Captor of sins Born to be a destroyer