Followers of the serpent speech Once carved in stone, the ark of the covenant Ascending legions of holy crusaders The one and only righteous pigs demanding the throne By the dawn they shall see the opposition Burning power that will ever be Religious freaks disarmed and left alone At the gates of dismemberment Masters of moral, guardians of the dead Writhe with pain as their world crumbles down Cast into black turbulent chaos The throne ablaze lost forever By the dawn they shall see the opposition Burning power that will ever be Religious freaks disarmed and left alone At the gates of dismemberment Where the sun sets with a blood red trace in the sky How can you think of your comfort zone Fragile shelters of cowards cremated shall explode Where no gods dare