Harken to the voice
Of the insane prophets of Hell
Calling out to all the foolish men
And so the papacy will listen
It is your destiny
To take the sword from the fallen angel
The world is filled with anger
As the flames are fanned by the hand of God
You are the sacrifice,
The mark that you bear has its price
Into battle the heathens are led
As heretics so shall you die
Baptized in fire
Men of wealth now vie for power
Crusaders marching,
Using piety as their disguise
On a clear winter night
When Nibiru on high
Reveal to man the antichrist
As children march to die
For you who've heard
The voice of the deceiver
He feeds his puppets lies in kingly garb
This monarch shall arise
Exploiting millions candidly
He now assumes his role
In priestly garb,
Hell take away your soul
It is your destiny
To take the sword from the fallen angel
The children scream for vengeance
And the chosen one from among them rises
You are the sacrifice,
The mark that you bear has its price
Into battle the heathens are led
As heretics so shall you die
Revel the liar,
I'll live to see your legions cower
The rapture's calling out its warning
Into battle...
