When the earth, is consumed by fire,
And peace, chased out by riders,
That day, the day of judgement,
We chase, chase away the fighters,
Which spread, by blood and might,
Religion, of pity and fright.

We light, your sacred spires in sign,
Of your holy squire, where you,
Preach of peace and mercy, now's,
Our time to plead heresy, come to know your fate,
Of end of days and,
Endless fate.

We pray, for the dark to take, to lead the way,
We wait, for the moment that you take the bait,
We hate, all of those who never give, but take,
We swear, won't stop until your dead and bare.

We, are on to you, 'till dead part us with you,
So, you see our sign, on shattered walls of time,
Now, you'll know our rage, whipped and dog-like caged.