In the century where man dies
  We the huntress of the hollow hills
  Must put ourselves above pity
  Above self deception as law
  We must be again as once were
  We the soul of the earth
  As reaping time descends
  The sour gain of mercy withers
  Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss
  To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom
  We want life we crush the dream of heaven
  As we bring the blade down one swift move
  We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life
  You life lairs crawl on you banded knees
  As you finally die you will eventually have lost more
  By not living by the sword than what you lose in death
  Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives
  Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within
  Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march
  Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies
  Watch the twilight of your god
  As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest
  Take a look into our minds
  Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength
  Take a look into our souls
  Feel your life drained of everything that was
  Hear my words feel my wrath
  Your death is sweet
  All your life is dead priest
  DEAD!!