Cold earth
Blackened souls blessed by etenity
Dwelling under unholy ground

Forbidden thoughts and dreams
Provided by strong storms
Of bold beliefs and black

Souls of immortality
The demons are dancing


Creeping on the path
Clinging to the fairytale
Which they call religion

They are slayed by our demons
Of war and hurling storms
These are human creatures

Of a filthy and weak kind

As we crawl up and out

Of our cold earth with blood
On our hands and faces
We greet our brothers

With horned wings and cold minds
The dwelling and feeding
It is complete

Now we rise