We are the sword of hatred
In the hands of great demon


We are the sons of darkness
Giving honor to the devil


We are the blade in the heart of
Jesus hanging on the cross


We are the thorn an the head
To make the pain harder


We are the evil
We are making own world
We are the blasphemer

Covered by cloth of disdain

We go by our ways

After own rules
Closed in own circle
We are making own world

Don't care about strange ideals
Unimportant strange cult
Closed in own circle

Covered by cloth of disdain

We are candles of truth

Overthrowing old deceit

We are revenge's whip

Leaving bloody trade

We are harbinger of death

In apocalyptic battle

We are evil's spectrum

To destroy the world