I demand you in the name of the horns
To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns
so pitiful upon the cross died
And burning under the nightsky
Unclean vermins, scum of the earth
Blow your heads for the dark ages birth
Black fire cast your flames high
Above the realms of light
And the decayed flesh of his sons
Of the weaker and feeble ones
From all of us to all of you:
Black fire cast your flames high
Above the realms of light