The Pantheon lays waste  All gods accused of blasphemy  No defence for the ancient lords  "Oh, mankind, now worship me!"    Vicious, unholy, righteous and strong  The Nordic, the Roman, the Celtic in ban  A reign, so rich, brutal, forlorn  Confess bastard and feel my hand    Don't speak his name, your soul shall burn  Pay for your sins, the servants shall earn  Don't call for the sun, never see it again  No love for the next, worship him  Without a name    Erase the knowledge of ages  Forget the home of the lords  Servants, admire he who rages  Touch my spirit and behold    The horizon turns red  Twilight has broken  Pandemonium survived  The free ghost's turning back    From the darkest place  Four horsemen riding back  Ghosts open seven gates  Armed for the final attack    A cross of rotten flesh  Is all remained of this God  His head was impaled  With the bones of his lying son    The carnage as a throne  A council for Lucifer  Sixhundredandsixtysix  The sign of a coming time    The Pantheon's replaced  All rulers practice blasphemy  No borders for the ancient lord  Oh mankind, worship me!     Unholy, righteous and strong  The Nordic, the Celtic, the Roman  A reign, so rich, brutal, forlorn  Confess bastard and feel my hand