[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999]

Shining upon their chests
The silver seal
The blood-red penitents
Towards our land
From my window I can guess
The flames of their so-called heaven 
By now, I [bad word] away
Leave the house, the church, the grave

And I won't do that

I open my eyes - cannot move
Their [bad word] after tracks me down
Has finally put his hand in mine
Torture me if you want
I have learnt to suffer
And in my grave
Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties

Once more saved - nevermore
Mare [bad word] - the red penitents
My fate divine - their worst obssession
Burn in [bad word] you [bad word] !

Their eyes are burning more than their crosses