All they hold sacred, all they consecrated
Corrupted and trampled, lewd acts desecrated
The witch's hour, the devil's power

The affliction spreads, blood soaked oaths
A permanent Kraft, of eternal black

Let the impurity prevail!
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan's hovering above the black mass

The twisted hymns, will forever be preached
A gospel of sickness, height of madness reached
The witch's hour, the devil's power
Children's skulls and feet, crushed and brewed
A permanent Kraft, of eternal black

Let the impurity prevail!
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan's hovering above the black mass