Listen! The one, who starts all wars
Let them burn! In the eternal fever of salvation
Rise and crush! All words and all that louder than silence
Let them tremble! When the midnight hour comes
Turn their hearts into ruins
Turn their homes into wastelands
Crush their skulls by the silence of shame
Turn our souls into mounds of their weak faith
Night is dark like the bottom of hades
Bell is moaning in her embrace
Holy lord, did you come to calm your herds?
When they heard the rumble of hooves
And felt the smell of sulfur in the air
Hear the scream of thousand throats
From the deep darkness of their ignorance
Our hymns will be sharper than swords
Our word will be last plague of the Earth
Turn their hopes into nothing
Turn their aspirations into mourning
When mothers will devour their own infants
Comes Death of agonizing, filthy world
Horrible shrine, you will made of yourself
Behold! The fire of freed soul
Let the serpent… crawl in your mind
Be the Greatest Traitor! The fist in face of God!

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