Within darkened legions its time to wage war And inflict the curse upon the weakest of men They are cast down under the spell of the knife They are inferior to our beliefs a sign for them to die
Bloodied wretched hands, torture the weak in vein The bleeding of their faith, enlightens the taste for blood
Now consumed, into the fires Of the desolate blackened graves Where your ashes remain within your feeble messiah
The torment has been unleashed From the curse of hell The symbol of Christ overthrown Is the bloodied death curse
