So many names have been given to me 

For what the humans fear is versatile 

I was born under the yoke of Evil

An armoured fist of Satan



Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves 

Fear me in the pale moon itself

Where my presence is near 

Your soul will coil with ulcers

Like a cancer of hate and Evil

I will reach for the universe 

Infecting every church with darkness

Ceremony echoes to me



In my devotion I am His weapon

Pointed at your feebleness

Throats I slit and drink the blood

From a chalice made of a skull

Beat the drums of a satanic march

With the human bones

Let be heard even in the wind

Satan is too strong

You will stand but a little chance

Face the death eternal 

Spilling blood of the holy martyrs



Glory of the sacred war

In my devotion I am his prophet 

Slashing curses on the skin

Taste the poetry of my tormented skin

It's the last thing you'll know