Christendom religion of pity god of the sick We have discovered our way we know the road We have found the way out of millennia of labyrinth Beyond the north, beyond the ice, beyond death There was a thunderstorm in our air The nature, which we are, grew dark All that proceeds from weakness we loathe We declare not peace but WAR We shall be unleashed now From darkness we create light Beware decaying humans For we shall destroy We are the way of millennium to come