Sacred war breeds devils' martyrs Our reckoning raises banished masters In the iron-grey apocalypse Among the leaves of autumn's dead Heroes have been born again In the temple of holy lands In the iron-grey apocalypse Among the trees of autumn's end Heroes have been hanged again In the temple of internal lands Sacred war... Never to weep at the boldest of graves But there to find, our blood-gift remains The treasure and the atrocity The blackened shades of ages' night Never to weep at the boldest of graves But there to find our life-gift remains The treasure and atrocity Blackened waves of ages' night Sacred war breeds devils' martyrs Our reckoning raises banished masters Sacred war breeds devils' masters Our reckoning raises banished martyrs Amidst the tree of autumn's end Horrors have been born again In the temple of internal lands The New Jerusalem falls and stands Amidst the trees of summer's end Heroes have been hanged again In the temple of the holiest lands The New Jerusalem falls and stands In the iron-grey, we part our lips...