作词 : Satyricon
He would kill the whitedraped men
He would kill all holly men
He would kill the powers in controlto waste these jokers in this pathetic game
He would choke the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff
He would crush all organs of speechto start the process of renewal
He would avenge the dead
He would crave divine protection
He would sing the songs of darknessto call upon it to manifest
He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost
He would rape its virtue
He would disable its ways of hurting himto give him that advantage
This would be the way of the misanthropein order to create you must destroy
We would greet the nuclear morning mist
We would smile at all life dying
We would cherish each and every momentand celebrate the return of 
SinWe would bow to the planet's 
Iconoclastwe would march under the flag of 
Dominion and 
Hatewe would burn all conspiratorsand their works with'em
We would reveal the only truthwe would make them really sorrywe would show them 
Sovereignty in true fashionand then be a reflection of their loss
We would soak up the last joys of our liveswe would 
Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last gloryand hope for blessing to come