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 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 ignore
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