1. KILL THE POPE

Kill The Pope
Late at night we herd the call,
The sound of a whisper in the dark.
Turning christans to insane,
Make them cry in emptiness.

Kill the pope, immolate him, impale him.
For the war we need,
pray to your lord my soul to keep.

A war! Against all christan lies
Under a red sky of hate,
Until the shadows fall.
My throne! Over the skull of the pope.
Burning the churches, rapin the nuns.
Next execution, God!


2. THE CHRISTIAN HUNT

We are the ones you're waiting
The antichrist you feared.
At nightfall I'm searching for your soul,
To feed my hunger with your blood.
Inside your mind the torture is about to start
Deny your god and thy light.
Forever lost in a forest without stars,
You have nowhere to hide, run for your life.

I deny you.
I lay my sword upon your throat
Heie noenum Pax.

The christans hunt.
Killing the lies of disciples of god.
The christans hunt.

It's always darkest before dawn
- Christans hunt.
I can hear you crawling near,
I can smell your stinkin' fear.
And now, my army of immortals has arrived.
Painted faces, symbols of war.
Grinder machine.

The chrisitans hunt.
Killing the lies of disciples of god.
The christans hunt.
Coming for you!


3. VLAD THE IMPALER

"Denn die todten reiten shnell"
'Once upon a time', like old stories begin.
A name was written with blood for eternity.
Carpathians myths at dusk,
Bringer of fears from the past.
When in the night the moon is rising again.

'I remeber the glorious battles,
trapped in a hell of lifeless bodies, torn appart!
szekelis ancient blood from the Huns.
A wolves serenade for, the fallen ones!'

Implaed and tortured warriors
A horror scene that even in dreams
You could not forget
Elizabeth dying!
Nail the sword in the cross and let begin,
The wrath of god!

Profane rites of war, occult by the fog.
At the eyes of god everyone falls
Everyone falls!


4. BLACK WIND WHISPER

From a wasted land we came.
Where in abscence of light,
Darkness prevails.
While the flock burn their dreams away.
We are walking a road of nails,
We are walking a road of nails,
We will never be unchained.

Alone! We'll go.
Through blood red skies, hatred and flames.
I left behind my rotten seeds.

A speech in dark,
Pure blasphemy.

From now on the
Conquest has begun.
In our hearts the deepest beat,
Of wolf, and man.

Deep into the woods we fight,
In obscure solitude'il black
Magic reigns!

Alone! We forever will.
Hearing this black wind whisper
From the hills.
My hands, my words,
The sign, of the, curse.

From a wasted land.
Where every night darkness descends,
Not only silence can be heard.
From a wasted land,
When in the night....I awake!

Spelled by noise.
Proud of being cursed.
Black wind whisper.
Where black magic reigns.