There's a cross on the top of the mountain, erected by 
the hands of fools 
Time has come for the Beast to be unleashed; He's bound 
to rule for thousand years 
Yet again there are those who oppose him, uplifted by 
their iron rules 
Holy fathers from the Christian orders living through 
their thousand fears 

Once he was the most powerful Angel, trusting to inhuman 
dreams 
Finally he will have his true vengeance; the privileged 
and Ardent Son. 
Seed was sown in a disgusting union, breeding in unholy 
means 
Everywhere there are crosses on fire, be awake, the Beast 
has come. 

Born in a graveyard 
Of a torn Jackal 
Hail his ancient Guard, 
Father fallen from the grace