2000 years, the child, the king
Taunted by the demons who prey
Beyond this day, foreseen by your God
Where is he when the [bad word]  [bad word] for him, hatred bound
Evil guided by the only son
Remove the one they fear the most
And only then the darkness crawls
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs
Removing the [bad word] that feeds on the weak
In [bad word] celebration, the loss of a king
Into night’s requiem infernal
What sort of man will he [bad word] 
living strain upon our kind
He will be raised to serve his fathers name
And only in death, this martyr will fail
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs
Removing the [bad word] that feeds on the weak
In [bad word] celebration, the loss of a king
Into night’s requiem infernal
Black clouds devour the light, wicked world, this chosen birth
The scent of nightly rain, to mask the smell of death
Arriving with dusk, to steal the faith in man
chance not willing to take, serpents tongue that smells the fear
They shall rise, to take what’s theirs
Removing the [bad word] that feeds on the weak
In [bad word] celebration, the loss of a king
Into night’s requiem infernal