Slithering from the south   Like venomous snake   Carrying poison to our pagan lands   A herald of a degenerate faith      The runes are carved,   The swords are sharpened   We are eager to spill your blood   The runes are carved,   The swords are sharpened   Under the cloak of night we'll come      "Pater noster, qui es in caelis,   Sanctificetur nomen tuum.   Adventat regnun tuum.   Fiat voluntas tua.   Sicut in caelo et in terra."      "We oppose the rule of your god,   We tread upon the cross of slavery,   We rejoice when your temples burn;   Eternally we hail the one-eyes god"      Sent by the greed of Clotaire   To deceive the pagans of Ghent   Using trickery and foul deceit   To lure them into spiritual slavery      The runes are carved,   The swords are sharpened   We are eager to spill your blood   The runes are carved,   The swords are sharpened   Under the cloak of night we'll come      Smash down our holy idols   Cut down our sacred oaks   The voice of our gods sounds eternally   Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies