Try to stop the sinister ones And feel the iron hand of blackest terror Sweep your ineffable existence away
The aim is to remove the subhuman spirit And all its worthless disciples The way of warlike antichristian consciousness The path of black metal terror
Every true on in its name A thorn in the flesh of Judas' God Born in a negation of light Falseness becomes the ground we trample and burn Nail the swines to the inverted cross Tanks rolling in pentagram formation Thunder in our hearts Becomes their doom The pulse of machinegun fire The rhythm of our wrath
Brethren in darkest destiny Black metal syndicate Prevailing forces in the battle against The liar's civilisation Laugh and you will suffer from our anger Spread rumours and feel your tongue we tear apart
Try to stop the sinister ones And feel the iron hand of blackest terror And the breath of insanity Blow your ineffable existence away