Dark are these times Rope licks the necks Black dawn is upon and it feast on your flesh From distant the ultimate horror shrieks are storming On the castle of corpses Stands the troops of the devil In darkness the fire holds the key to eternal life Only for those whose hearts are forged out of ice Burning, burning the smell of rotten christ Destroy his kingdom oh you unholy knights From behind the curtains weakness of man appears Under the grand suffering runs river of thousand tears No strength, no pride in the prayers of the priest The key hungers after out claws of the beasts In darkness the fire hides the gateway to eternal life With these secrets in our hands our is the final strike!