Masquarade as he rides through the night

Blitzkrieg torture blade shining bright

In his eyes dreams of pain

As he kills the lovely shame

Messengers from fiery will

Speaking out what no one will

Violence for the virgin

Death falls from his bloody skin

Deny the father deny the mother

Burning the sister poison the brother

Sworn to take lives with weapons of death

In his hands

Born in the demonic rooms of hate

Torture is in his eyes like a glowing blade

Inhuman soul like an animal beast

The blood of Jesus one thousend people fall the priest

Son of evil

Awake to bring the neverending end

Kreator of demons and monsters command

Ruler of the darkness that is his kingdom

Equal as the blood death will make it all his own