Alpha Noir - Moonspell

Let the good men crush

What they love

It makes them feel alive

Let the fair men build them crosses

And crucify

So let the wise men write

Our death threats, in Bible paper

Let their message be sent

Throughout the thunder

Throughout the underworld

Throughout the Alpha

Alpha Noir, we want a new world!

Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!

Let the good men search

Revolve their graves

For a shade of paradise

Let the lion’s flesh perfume the widow

And sanctify!

Let the weak man have

The final word

Order from Chaos

Let their secret be known

Throughout the underworld

Throughout the thunder

Throughout the Alpha

Alpha Noir, we want a new world!

Alpha Noir, our truth, our code!