In the century where man dies

We the hunters of the hollow hills

Must put ourselves above pity

Above self deception as law

We must be again as once were

We the soul of the earth

As reaping time descends

THe sour grain of mercy withers

Into the night we must go, into the darkest abyss

To a level of conciousness unknown to christendom

We want life, we crush the dream of heaven

As we bring the blade down, one swift move

We are the chosen ones, chosen by will to life

You lifeliars crawl on your bended knees

As you finally die, you will eventually have lost more

By not living by the sword than what you lose in death

Not by mercy, by strength we end your pity lives

Not by spirit, by flesh we awaken the beast within

Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march

Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies

Watch the twilight of your god

As your system cracks and all your life is DEAD priest

Take a look into our minds

Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength

Take a look into our souls

Feel your life drained of everything that was

Hear my words, feel my wrath

Your death is sweet

All your life is dead priest

DEAD