I rise from my grave
In a cold winternight
From being a slave
To an enemy of the light
I crush everything
That comes in my way
2000 years of terror
and now it's time to pay
soon you shall sieze to exist
With a weapon so divine
and a sense wicked malign
I shall destroy your kind
and leave noone behind
Protected by an aura of perfection
I shall seal thy unholy ressurection
and with an army under command
an a attack is being planned
soon you shall cease to exist