Christendom religion of pity god of the sick   We have discovered our way we know the road   We have found the way out of millennia of labyrinth   Beyond the north, beyond the ice, beyond death   There was a thunderstorm in our air   The nature, which we are, grew dark   All that proceeds from weakness we loathe   We declare not peace but WAR   We shall be unleashed now   From darkness we create light   Beware decaying humans   For we shall destroy   We are the way of millennium to come