Paroles de Imprecation

The eyeless prophet speaks From his cold tomb An ancient revenge is claimed Hear the voices raising Battle recall, uprising Armed with iron and fire From Nether Regions they come Fear the black hordes No regrets, no doctrine They are their temple No commands, no Lord Antichristian violent march Crushing crosses, looting churches Intruding candescent iron rods In the sodomite clerics' asses Crushing crosses, looting convents Burning nuns at the stake Hypocritical whores of God The priests of Christ are pursued Chased like wild animals They're only cannon fodder Christian flesh to the vermin The millstone is grinding fine The monks' blood is her wate