Crushing the symbol of the bastard   The legions of the unholy horde   Creating this pagan feeling      For us the sun is thy moon   We will cross the sea   Destroying his cursed spree   We'll create a new humanity      Our demonic, five cornered star   Is high raised for our integrity   Tranquillity, silence & peace   From this day on will cease      "As high as the mountains are   So dark is the quest"      History will recreate itself   The force of our crusade-unleashed   Christianity-beheaded, gutted   The blood soaking sour, dry fields   Set our blasphemous fires through Christendom      Crushing the symbol of the bastard   The legions of the unholy horde   Creating this pagan feeling      For us the sun is thy moon   We will cross the sea   Destroying his cursed spree   We'll create a new humanity      I am the one who struck layers of plagues   Which ravaged the pure and the faithful "Job"      I am the ambiguous riddle in thousands of   Manuscripts & scrolls-spoken of by many, solved by none   You all, are the reflections of the sallowness   Of my own thoughts-soaked in craftiness,   Yet frightened from the gravely cost      Force-fed neglect of the darkened   Skills & arts of which virtue was stung   And kept, secretly, In hidden corners of our hearts      Brothers, sisters, let us not blame   Ourselves, let us not be ashamed of what   We have become      To take what rightfully was ours   To start our mighty saga from the point humanity was paused   To learn the lessons of the craft   To begin the quest towards the noble dark-cause