Our Crusade - GORGON

Through the temple of the unknown

Where the voices receive no echo

We are gathered

Unto him universal decrier

I promise to trample the cross

Subtract from its domination

Narrator of the dark litanies

In the light of the tallow candles

Of the altar arranged

In the midst of this sanctuary

I promise to trample the cross

Subtract from its domination

You can inscribe now my name

In the black book of dead

Registered your mark on me

Whose secret I would keep hence

It’s our crusade

Murderesses of the celestial life

Infernal militias

Celebrants of the devilish office

Praying for the final fire

I promise to trample the cross

Subtract from its domination

It’s our crusade

We’re the cursed phalanx

We’re waiting for the dark