The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams 
There are butchered christian priests 
Falling in the common grave 
Blood of christ paints my face. 
Disgraced godly thoughts, 
Thousand believer's souls 
A burning church brings me joy, 
Many believers affection burns in there. 
My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy. 
Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.