A dark blasphemous one lives inside
To infiltrate the flock in its illness
And cut their throats in the sleep
With a low hand
With a low hand

Covered in the holy horde of sheep
The enemy within, the fiend, the demon
Of their heavenly kingdom
Full of hatred, full of scorn

The enemy within - burnt are the hearts
With the initials of Satan
Souls contaminated with the virus of Hell
Until there is no one remaining

The one who leads them all into darkness
Everyone follows, everyone trusts
And finally all will be delivered to the cross
And the demon himself is driving the nails into the flesh

The enemy within - burnt are the hearts
And the pyres are kindled...
To exterminate the flock
...He was one of them!

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