War is the path
Death is the destination
The glory comes from the spilled blood
And souls are decline-to hate!
The souls will always be corrupted
As fools believe there
A dead hero coming to save them
Minds are weakened
And the spirit of time remains

In the pulpit of discord
The sentences were handed down
In the pulpit of discord
Words are sharp knives
Acts will be strings that you will hang!

Words are sharp swords designed to take them to death
And their actions will always be ready ropes to hang them
The death noises echo death is next
Death noises echo the swords are will decapitate
And the remaining agonize in their last gasps

In the pulpit of discord
The sentences were handed down
In the pulpit of discord
Words are sharp knives
Acts will be strings that you will hang!
We are condemned kicked by very high
Like fire, burn illuminating the darkness
Mercilessly bleed the lamb and his flock
War is the way, death is the destination
The glory comes from the spilled blood
And souls are decline-to hate!

Naked apes: Their souls decline to hatred!
We are condemned kicked by very high
Like fire, burn illuminating the darkness
Mercilessly bleed the lamb and his flock
With red eyes, watery fire
Offer them the terror
With red eyes, watery blood
Stand up and fight the war is not over yet