Sharpen the knives, ready for fight ... raise the swords as the enemy's in sight!
Pray to your god, but don't expect mercy, for none of beliefs may prevent you from agony.
Whatever ground we may roam we're leaving bloodfilled seas. Whatever life we may strife will just leave bloody streams ... on our mission, our endless odyssey ...
We are the enemy within, gathered warriors with an instinct to kill. Slaughters of the lamb, the total eclipse to worshippers of light!
This is the rage of the hangmen, the ones you're now begging for compassion. Yet your harvest is nothing but laughter, whilst facing grim, merciless eyes in fanatic possession.
No place for weakness nor mental decline, with pleasures to torchure, wiping out Christianity divine.
We are the nocturnal ones, unspeakable horrors, darkening the sun! The shadows breeding in twilight, the Judgement Day to inferior scum!
Whatever ground we may roam we're leaving bloodfilled seas. Whatever life we may strife will just leave bloody streams ... on our mission, our endless odyssey ...
Onwards, in search for new fights, personified death sentence in action! Everflowing blood shed by my hands shall be my everlasting satisfaction!
Heading for the horizon, sailing bloodfilles seas. A fate we forged, we are destined for - our mission, our endless odyssey!