Strip their mask away
Sharpen up your blade
Forsake their f**ing faith
Saintslayer is on his way
Wester fools, with swords as tools
Penetrated our domain
"False beliefs, burn the trees"
They preached and scorched the lands
No more!
Strip their mask away
Sharpen up your blade
Forsake their f**ing faith
Saintslayer is on his way
Imposed themselves as saints
k**ed those who wouldn't betray
Forced to the cross
The meek gathered in a flock
But the axe had a story to tell
All saints can burn in their hell
Strip their mask away
Sharpen up your blade
Forsake their f**ing faith
Saintslayer is on his way