Try to stop the sinister ones

And feel the iron hand of blackest terror

Sweep your ineffable existence away



The aim is to remove the subhuman spirit

And all its worthless disciples

The way of warlike antichristian consciousness

The path of black metal terror



Every true on in its name

A thorn in the flesh of Judas' God

Born in a negation of light

Falseness becomes the ground we trample and burn

Nail the swines to the inverted cross

Tanks rolling in pentagram formation

Thunder in our hearts

Becomes their doom

The pulse of machinegun fire

The rhythm of our wrath



Brethren in darkest destiny

Black metal syndicate

Prevailing forces in the battle against

The liar's civilisation

Laugh and you will suffer from our anger

Spread rumours and feel your tongue we tear apart



Try to stop the sinister ones

And feel the iron hand of blackest terror

And the breath of insanity

Blow your ineffable existence away