Oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me
  receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune
  and wrath will born inside you
  stronger than sounds of bells
  primeval instincts will wake
  pagan brothers of our blood
  professing to the majesty of horned evil
  
  the war we'll begin
  will be the final fall of god's flock
  we'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore
  we'll praise the name of the highest
  what's you fallen god for us
  he had leaded people to eternal slavery
  his angels falling into night like dead swans
  to rise never again
  
  pagan around the wooden symbols
  transmitting the power from hands to hands
  blood for god of gods, king of kings
  unholy master