As bastard sons of hate of men we came to bring our lies among the pure we rise to announce the fall of your lord we are here to win We have no mother we are born from hate We have no mother we are born So with our lies well prevail among men we are here to bring disease We have no mother we are born from hate We have no mother we are born We are here to see falling all your thruths we rise to announce the fall of your lord under sun dying sun we are here to win All is falling and the pure returns to the side of lie