Blasphemies will appear at the house of it's God
Through winged trident that call them
Cataracts of fire that are slippery in sins
Infamous hordes that march for this soil
Armies that carry a fire flag
Drenched of blood, spreading the terror
Warriors of the crescent Moon invoking the dark age
In the hammer of the doom that now beat the horror
Whores disguised of nuns
Copulating on the altar of the profane cross
Successive orgasms through tortures
For the messiah of the unholy God
For the messiah of the unholy God
Oh
Die
Blasphemous and vicious, waiting for Satan
To blessing your sins and to call the darkness
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The cathedral becomes in nothingness
The bible to me, a book of hymns
The priest, carved in sins
Draped in Satan's pride, you never hide
Your church is a castle of sand waiting for the end
