You don't know who we are (sons of cretins)   Calling you snakes a compliment   You don't know who you're up against (sons of cretins)   He who conjures up hell burn instead      The one who came from the light   And wanted to save the world   All was nothing but a lie   The good never existed   And the pain is real   Only an excuse to conceal evil      Look at you, dismal hypocrites   Trying to be what you're not   This world doesn't need you so fuck off   For good and all      The one who came from the light   Misused by the powers of darkness   To blend all believers from the fear   The good never existed and you still believe   So you must keep on clinging      Dark deamons created this world   No god and no church   The deamons set the rules   To distract us from the truth      And evil we shall die   The land of darkness is waiting   And evil we shall die   Wandering into the fog of ignorence      Try to speak with the deamons   That inhabit our earth for so long   Try to speak with the deamons   They might tell you the answer      Everything that was, countless   Only a fleeting moment   Everything that is, countless   The swirl of superficiality      And evil we shall die   The fog will not thin out   And evil we shall die   The vunerability of the believers will be vast