Let Thy sword fall upon the necks of the feeble and the foolish 
Raise thy fist in glory, smash the crosses to thousand little pieces 
Give your commands unto the firestorms, may the flames caress the sky 
Lead the whirlwinds towards the masses and as harvested they shall fall 
Agony and fear arise in black shapes, both are here to torment the weak 
Listen how they cry for their "god" that never existed the way they thought 
He is not a saviour nor is he a king, never was and never shall be 
Only a coward without any reason to be a ruler 
This world shall be given to those who roam the paths of the dark 
Unseen This world shall be reborn to greet its true owners 
This world shall be laid in the shade of lightless day, dawnless morning 
Just give us 
Thy sword, it'll be our scythe 
Just give us 
Thy sign, and we will be the 
Damnation 
All the honour is 
Yours I feel 
Thy unclean powers run through me 
A river of blood, all shed with our hands 
Faithfully we follow 
Thy commands