Fall of the Servants - Hour of Penance

Treacherous, smouldering

Storm of sand, burn the cross

Severing, all the heads

Fall of the servants

Treading on the ones who’re in awe

Of the serpent

Beg for mercy fools!

Raping — Killing — Serve the masters

Swarming with chaos from the north

Deafening — Threatening

Marching in line against the feeble souls

Shining in a gloomy dusk

Breaching the walls of the church

Desecrate — Dominate

Here comes the black son of the demon god

Sweeping the sacred land

There is no heaven

Nor a savior god

You shall die

Never seen such a weak, pitiful human being

How you dare call yourself God

Nailed upon the wall with a piece of the cross

Blessing the new altar with a whore

Unholy birth, behold

The last fall of the servants

Treading on the ones who’re in awe

Of the serpent

Beg for mercy fools!

Face the plague on the sacred land

Breeding the new race

Taste the flesh of the prophet

Shaped under a vengeful eye

Swarming with chaos from the north

Deafening — Threatening

Marching in line against the feeble souls

Shining in a gloomy dusk

Breaching the walls of the church

Desecrate — Dominate

Here comes the black son of the demon god

Sweeping the sacred land

There is no heaven

Nor a savior god

You shall die