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Humans screech in sorrowfilled pain
The last breath of the dying humanity
Angels speak their comfort in vain
Heavenly sedated by the lies of christianity

The earth shall be as black as Our souls
Winds and spirits whisper Our name with fear
From underneath We gather strength
And attack... with wrath!

From within, north and south - from east and west
We summon the opposites of angels and heaven
To destroy all ideas of biblical faith
Never to be ruled by hypocrites
Never to serve under god

Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde
Feel its hatred, its power and might

We see fragments of lost days, of old ways
And witches burnt in the holy flames
It increase Our infernal hate
so that We can succeed
By the death and suffering
of seraphs We feed

Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde
Feel its hatred, its power and might
Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde
Feel its hatred, its power and might

Spoken words will turn into a void of silence
Only cries and sounds of battle can be heard
Children smiling will turn into a pile of flesh
An image of despair and pain shall remain alone in silence!
Humans screech in sorrowfilled pain   The last breath of the dying humanity   Angels speak their comfort in vain   Heavenly sedated by the lies of christianity      The earth shall be as black as Our souls   Winds and spirits whisper Our name with fear   From underneath We gather strength   And attack... with wrath!      From within, north and south - from east and west   We summon the opposites of angels and heaven   To destroy all ideas of biblical faith   Never to be ruled by hypocrites   Never to serve under god      Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde   Feel its hatred, its power and might      We see fragments of lost days, of old ways   And witches burnt in the holy flames   It increase Our infernal hate   so that We can succeed   By the death and suffering   of seraphs We feed      Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde   Feel its hatred, its power and might   Feel the wrath of the antichrist horde   Feel its hatred, its power and might      Spoken words will turn into a void of silence   Only cries and sounds of battle can be heard   Children smiling will turn into a pile of flesh   An image of despair and pain shall remain alone in silence!