Sacrilegious Terror

Hunting like wolves, we have no regrets for all our murders, barbaric and inhuman

This is a crusade, an unholy quest against the Holy spawn

The only morals we believe in are pleasure and hate, as sons of darkness

The blood shall flow the liquid of life, it will disappear

Fear can be seen on their tearful faces

Followers of God will meet their doom

Our only justice is the sword

Our only sentence is death

Vultures follow us to finish the work

Terror is spread to begin the Armageddon...

Innocent men are burned at the stake

Their wives are raped upon their dead children

We sing out loud great incantations to summon the forces of Hell

Humans implore a mercy we ignore

We desecrate their childish religions

No soul can be saved from the endless torment

Obscurity prevails

When the gates are finally open,

It will be the sign of the end,

The coming of Satan,

The rebel and triumphant one

Hunting like wolves, we have no regrets for all our murders, barbaric and inhuman

This is a crusade, an unholy quest against the Holy spawn

The only morals we believe in are pleasure and hate, as sons of darkness

The blood shall flow the liquid of life, it will disappear