You come with diseases you spread like a plague
Coming from lands were your Christ was impaled
With many false promises and weak empty hearts
You poison weak minds with your corrupting thoughts
Coming from lands were your Christ was impaled
With many false promises and weak empty hearts
You poison weak minds with your corrupting thoughts
Moving in darkness and gathering might
We will take to arms and fight you on sight
As we muster our armies we hail to the moon
You will turn around or face your own doom
Taste the malignance feeding on your fear
Your master of lies has no power here!
Slain priests will be grieved by none
Do you really think your "god" is the one?
We'll strike you with anger, we'll hunt you at night
Pillaging shrines and making churches burn bright
Beware of our wrath, beware of our legion
Enslaved is your faith without any freedom
Filled with oppression and fuelled by hate,
Striking hard at your most weakened state.
None can defy us, none can survive.
Destroying your awful unworthy lives.
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