oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me   receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune   and wrath will born inside you   stronger than sounds of bells   primeval instincts will wake   pagan brothers of our blood   professing to the majesty of horned evil      the war we'll begin   will be the final fall of god's flock   we'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore   we'll praise the name of the highest   what's you fallen god for us   he had leaded people to eternal slavery   his angels falling into night like dead swans   to rise never again      pagan around the wooden symbols   transmitting the power from hands to hands   blood for god of gods, king of kings   unholy master