Upon these vile remains of Christ   I hold the lance that pierced the fool   His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies   Recite nine times the antique rite      His majestic hands   Poised before the weeping Jew   Unto the veil of sin...      A fine of gold to those who fall   Transfix the lamb to hail my king   Equal sons in benevolent rule   All sprang forth from the well of life      Up from the primordial swamps of one million years ago   Unto the highest mountain peaks with all life spread below   A vision of all the world   With its nations and races and tribes   The mosaic of human life with some not meant to sanctify   Trails of ancestors past, foretell of a destiny   Forgotten words and archetypes, the laws by which we see      Defile the angelic...      We march to divinity with our destiny in our wings   Over desolate lands of earth and sand where the chosen Jews were raised   Praise thee, hymns of archaic lore foretell of a time to be   Evolving forth into the light, forging a new destiny   Through ice and through snow, though darkness and light,   The ferocity of the struggle attests to the might      Defile the angelic...      A vibrant force greets the dark   The end-time battles commence   Blood shed in a great cleansing flow   The banner of tradition and order stands proud once again...