Your final moon setsOn this night you shall die!Your pathetic merciful god, where is he now?He didn't listen to your cry…We will come to you like thieves in the nightTo extinct, to erase youFilled with pure darkened wrathFilled with passion to murderSons and daughters of christOn the night of all nights die!Feel the kiss of the scytheIn your horror-filled eyes it gleams brightYou will fall to your kneesCall to god for salvationRaped by blades straight from HellBehold Satans creation!As you drown in the darkFeel the pain, feel the tortureYou got quenched by the scytheBy the powers of Death's mightWe will come to you like thieves in the nightTo extinct, to erase youRaped by blades straight from HellFilled with passion to murderSons and daughters of christOf the night of all nights die!You got quenched by the scytheBy the powers of Death's mightYour final moon sets, now you know you will dieFace our powerful bloodstained bladesMeet your maker? No!We will send you straight to Hell