Try to stop the sinister ones And feel the iron hand of blackest terror Sweep your ineffable existence away The aim is to remove the subhuman spirit And all it's worthless disciples The way of warlike antichristian consciousness The path of black metal terror Every true on in it's name A thorn in the flesh of Judas' God Born in a negation of light Falseness becomes the ground we trample and burn Nail the swines to the inverted cross Tanks rolling in pentagram formation Thunder in our hearts Becomes their doom The pulse of machinegun fire The rhythm of our wrath Brethren in darkest destiny Black metal syndicate Prevailing forces in the battle against The liar's civilisation Laugh and you will suffer from our anger Spread rumours and feel your tongue we tear apart Try to stop the sinister ones And feel the iron hand of blackest terror And the breath of insanity Blow your ineffable existence away