In the century where man dies   We the huntress of the hollow hills   Must put ourselves above pity   Above self deception as law   We must be again as once were   We the soul of the earth   As reaping time descends   The sour gain of mercy withers   Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss   To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom   We want life we crush the dream of heaven   As we bring the blade down one swift move   We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life   You life lairs crawl on you banded knees   As you finally die you will eventually have lost more   By not living by the sword than what you lose in death   Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives   Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within   Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march   Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies   Watch the twilight of your god   As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest   Take a look into our minds   Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength   Take a look into our souls   Feel your life drained of everything that was   Hear my words feel my wrath   Your death is sweet   All your life is dead priest   DEAD!!