[Verse 1]
Christendom
Religion of pity
God of the sick
We have discovered our way
We know the road
We have found the way
Out of millennia of labyrinth
Beyond the north
Beyond the ice
Beyond death
There was a thunderstorm in our air
The nature which we are grew dark
All that proceeds from weakness we loathe
We declare not peace but war

[Verse 2]
We shall be unleashed now
From darkness we create light
Beware decaying humans
For we shall destroy
We are the way of millenniums to come