Our force [bad word] from the dark, [bad word] to torch the priest 
Raised to serve the emptiness, our leader is the beast 
See him rising from the seas, and legion is his name 
We burn the church down to the ground, kill, enslave and rape 
Condemned to the throne of Hazraehel 
In prophecies it was forseen, the opponent of your christ 
Will raise an army to exhume the empire of lies 
Condemned to the throne of Hazraehel 
Many cities we've built, many we've destroyed 
We see the throne of Hazraehel, arosen from the void 
The priest his eyes we will take out, for blind he always was, 
On his ground we will build, an empire that will last