From the ashes of depraved skulls The common smell is intoxicating Dark clouds form the mortuary Dungeons of dead are illuminating
Under pressure of vengeance The frontier is far beyond imagination Believers have fallen down As part of the Devil's creation
Funeral of the conversed is arranged A casket full of rotten lies Buried six feet under Or cremated after demise
Final destroyer - the crusade of death Final destroyer - lies from their head Final destroyer - the unworthy breed Final destroyer - let the unknown breed
Finally the curse of holy salvation Is broken down by the last ride He wields his scythe of death Blessed with his immense pride