As one rope loosens, another then tightens
Far too long we've been strangled and tied
This sick circle of shame must now finally break

So that honour may again walk by our side

Roamers of the path of many paths

Now the hour has come for us to act
With inhuman hatred and intensity
To ram down the monoliths of fallacy


At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
The heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

We'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
The sight of moving mountains is what we are here for


The ethics and laws that we deeply abhor
Have left mere rust and rot in their wake
So each such child of the holiest of lies

Together with their fathers shall be slain

The storm of rebellion will never calm down

In the raging hearts of the truly devout
So hold not a moment more thy fury back
For swords are made to cut and daggers to stab


At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
The heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

We'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
The sight of moving mountains is what we are here for


Enthralling is the scent of burning shrines
And the sound of crumbling hierarchies
As after this disgraceful time

The true nature in us can once again breathe

May lips wet with blood to the world now proclaim:

At last the Beast if free and, verily, so shall remain!

In the chanting winds of this glorious black night

We hold the scalps of the crushed rulers high
Without swaying a hammer or piling any stones
Where once their towers stood we raise our own


At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins
The heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

We'll stand among the victors through this colossal war
The sight of moving mountains is what we are here for