The reek of black echo from Christ's eyes
 Stabbed in spite by a thousand knives
 To murder not only this world
 But also "god" and to [bad word] his cenotaphs

 In times of strife
 fire burns
 Warmaster returns

 Those who awaited in dread and revulsion
 For the sombre tyrant's return
 And to once again hail the cloven hoof
 In forbidden spirit with the courage of kings

 In times of strife
 fire burns
 Warmaster returns

 When the kingdoms of men fall in mayhem
 The ones who live for strife will survive
 There will be no equality, no exemption
 The violent inversion of the inefficient earth

 When the fortresses of choice have decayed
 Blood convokes those with the will to fight
 And those who strove to embrace the world in vein
 Shall claim their distinction when burned at the pyre