1. JESUS FEEBLE LORD

Their holy lord is only a bastard
Born in times of hate and hopeless life
A feeble soul, who is a disaster
For the dedicated ones, for all the life
His dreams are dirty and so wrong
His life was a life devoted to the lie
His legacy is poisoned with filthy words
We must reject this false idol at first


2. MY SOUL IN THE ENDLESS TIME

My soul is devoted to the endless time
A time unknown and lost wisdom from the ancient
Now I will return my throne from the past
And I will take off the crown from these sick creations
My knowledge belongs to the glorious past
To the ancient fields of time and black earth
My flame is immortal and cannot die
My banner is the hatred in this life


3. THE AGE OF SEVEN CIRCLES

Seven circles are for the unholy Black Lord
Weapon to destroy the false doctrines
Maded by the sheeps, maded by the blinds
Maded by these totally hopeless crations
The only way is to burn the criminal chuch of lie
From thousand years standing against the real wisdom
Now they running from our blade, from our knife
Their final hour now has come with our age


4. WAR AGAINST THE FALSE FLAME

Come across the field of time, come close to the edge
See the real light around yoursef, not the false flame
See the hidden souls in the deepest ground
Waiting for the revolution and the end
The heat of our flame will burn all their temples
All their false gods and "holy" books and symbols
We must fight against this real lie, fight to be salvated
From their hands, their souls living by total mistakes


5. THE FALL OF POISONED ORDER

Many ages ago the earth was embraced by big god
God who only can give the life and death
Now the false idol from the desert land is here
He wants to replace the real lord of the universe
With many lies and hidden behind many souls
He is a mental disaster for the real ones
He is the creator of this false, poisond order
Ruling the world of total mistake and fall


6. CALL OF THE BLACK FLAME

Black flame is burning the golden church of Jesus
Black wind is the sword of time, the axe of doom
Evil hordes crossing the circle of religious lies
Createed from their "god", the god of sheeps
Thousand eyes of death are hidden in the mist
Hidden deep in the bloody ground and waiting
For the unholy sacrifice of this fallen god
For the end of that poisoned knowledge, known as religion