---

We're seeking for believers

This plague is everywhere

We're burning down their churches

Draw the cross - don't dare

We are your judge, your master

The last ones you will see

We obliterate your obedience

To banish christianity

We find every hidden place

We defend our human race

Refresh us at your screams

With pleasure - as it seems

It's time to run away

It's better to start to pray

Maybe you're heard by your Lord

Senseless - attack of the black horde

We're raging every victim

Burn you into a funeral pine

Nail you at your holy cross

The Baphomet is our sign

We torment every insane Christ

Until you're convinced or deceased

We're cleaning the world from the waste

Dissappear to hell and the world's released

No time to run away

Too late to start to pray

Shurely it's seen by your Lord

The victory of the black horde