Sacrilegious Terror

Hunting like wolves,
We have no regrets
For all our murders,
Barbaric and inhuman.
This is a crusade
An unholy quest
Against the holy spawn.
The only morals
We believe in are
Pleasure of hate,
As sons of darkness.
The blood shall flow,
The liquid of life,
It will disappear.
Fear can be seen
On their tearful faces.
Followers of God
Will meet their doom.
Our only justice
Is the sword.
Our only sentence
Is death.
Vultures follow us
To finish the work.
Terror is spread
To begin the Armageddon...
Innocent men
Are at burned at the stake.
Their wives are raped
Upon their dead children.
We sing out loud
Great incantations
To summon the
Forces of Hell.
Humans implore
A mercy we ingnore.
We desecrate
Their childish religions.
No soul can be saved
From the endless torment.
Obscurity prevails.
When the gates are finally open,
It will be the sign of the end,
The coming of Satan,
The rebel and triumphant one.
Hunting like wolves,
We have no regrets
For all our murders,
Barbaric and inhuman.
This is a crusade
An unholy quest
Against the holy spawn.
The only morals
We believe in are
Pleasure of hate,
As sons of darkness.
The blood shall flow,
The liquid of life,
It will disappear.