From his darkest desires   From hate caused by his suffering   From his horde of faithfuls in trance   From his thirst of blood and death   Will be born a storm of torpor   And horror succeeds hypocrisy   Last judgement will be proclaimed      For a long time the executioner waits for them   He won't have a pity   The fire of live coals already burn      When flames of pureness turn over inquisition   When flower of evil spreads as a death wind   When blood pours on last sabbath's a dark altar   Then he will come back and declare his reign   And hunt Jehovah's angels from his people's soul.      Then christ will return on his cross   It will be the Holy Trinity's end   The humiliated prince goes back on his throne   And story can finally start...      By the holy road you return   By your sacrifice's blood   By gift of your soul to the master   And reject of church's baptism   You calm torment of his spirit   You give him force to fight   And your help will be rewarded!