Sacred war breeds devils’ martyrs   Our reckoning raises banished masters   In the iron-grey apocalypse   Among the leaves of autumn's dead   Heroes have been born again   In the temple of holy lands   In the iron-grey apocalypse   Among the trees of autumn's end   Heroes have been hanged again   In the temple of internal lands   Sacred war...   Never to weep at the boldest of graves   But there to find, our blood-gift remains   The treasure and the atrocity   The blackened shades of ages' night   Never to weep at the boldest of graves   But there to find our life-gift remains   The treasure and atrocity   Blackened waves of ages' night   Sacred war breeds devils' martyrs   Our reckoning raises banished masters   Sacred war breeds devils' masters   Our reckoning raises banished martyrs   Amidst the tree of autumn's end   Horrors have been born again   In the temple of internal lands   The New Jerusalem falls and stands   Amidst the trees of summer's end   Heroes have been hanged again   In the temple of the holiest lands   The New Jerusalem falls and stands   In the iron-grey, we part our lips...