Tyrants
Call on the slayer
Manic sons of fire
Violent and brave

Silent is she
That steers my path
The smiling dark brazen hordes

Oh fight savage fight!
Don't come into the light
Oh fight savage fight!
With blade in your hand
To live in your own land

Preachers
Servants of decay
From the cesspit lie
Pregnant with rage

Oh fight savage fight!
Come into the light
Oh fight savage fight!
With blade in your hand
To live in your own land

In the fires of our rage
They're finding their selves a way
And they'll give up their lives to live in their own land

Betrayers, silent hidden hands
Poison our well, knelt before graven idols
Liars, thieves of the just
In stealth they are known
By the sign of the whore