Pale moonchild horde

In the graveyard in the land of Death
Our greed has brought to thee
All we have made and used to be
Since thou silently beheld to Cain

Now we worship under pale light, My Mistress
Where purity has left away
These children claim for Thy great silhouette

With pride and honor
The pagan faith, we choose this way
Congregate whole Thy damned creatures
We lead this pale moonchild horde
We'll be Thy sons to start the final rite!

We're sinful before Thy sight
and fighting side by side
to keep with pride the ancestry
that once they stole from us

A déjà vu…
Jesus Christ won't save from hellion sins
No matter they say heaven belongs
to those who hide inside a church

Saves us, Oh¡ white Queen
In the circle crying for thee
Gloom weep feeds our hearts
And hate through our veins

"Thou shalt be my sons
My anger to mankind"

Tonight the pale moonchild rises because of Thee
While the glimmer light decays in misery
Mesmerized by nuns and virgins
Fulfilled with lies, this faith is truly weak