Thousands will burn
Flacks will die
When we need us
Inside God's skin
Blood will flow
From a freshly slaughtered dress
Flesh from Jesus
Should I lie dead
With sharpened covers
Going to fight
Blood rushes in our veins
The pale moon lights up
Remains from Jesus' body
Withered leaves cover the tea
That's how it was
Jesus' doctors
With knives cut
In the name of death
Is Christianity pruned
Let you shed blood
Covered rivers in Norwegian valleys
And the forces of darkness in our spines
Churches are burned in a sick intoxication
The flames lick God's sky
The angels this tea the earth below
And looks tormented and burned on the pyre
Weak Christians all as one
Fight share the angel's eyes
A violent sight in the night of the scavenger
We dance in eternal ecstasy