Piercing stare of the unlord
Loathing style of the unclean lord

Planting the forest of the impaled
now to the cross I am nailed

Death comes as a companion
To be reborn to vanquish the chain of the clean ones

Achtung

Piercing stare of the unlord
Loathing the stare of the clean lord

Flush von Flusch
Blood von Blood
Von holle

The burning lies
To weak eyes
With firey rings we will decide
When to start the deicide

With sharp scyth I impale the nazarene
and place his heart upon thy altar

Now begins my war