We are the sword of hatred

In the hands of great demon



We are the sons of darkness

Giving honor to the devil



We are the blade in the heart of

Jesus hanging on the cross



We are the thorn an the head

To make the pain harder



We are the evil

We are making own world

We are the blasphemer

Covered by cloth of disdain



We go by our ways

After own rules

Closed in own circle

We are making own world

Don't care about strange ideals

Unimportant strange cult

Closed in own circle

Covered by cloth of disdain



We are candles of truth

Overthrowing old deceit



We are revenge's whip

Leaving bloody trade



We are harbinger of death

In apocalyptic battle



We are evil's spectrum

To destroy the world