| I have tempted him, fed doubt to his heart |
| Stirred up the old people with anger and zeal |
| Sharpened the spear for his suffering |
| Mixed gall and vinegar for him to drink |
| Prepared the cross to crucify him |
| And the nails to pierce hands and feet |
| Open the brass gates of cruelty |
| Prepare his descent into hell |
| Thousand breathing crosses |
| Consumed is Jerusalem |
| Open graves, empty tombs |
| Sore scars become incurable wounds |
| Mysteries of sin |
| Weave the burial shroud of Golgotha |
| Sacred flesh, bones and skin |
| Rotten reeks utopia |
| Sinking into unholy ground, below |
| In tears and blood they’re drowned |
| Prophet’s horns of doom resound |
| Born is the Antichrist |
| The earth-corpse will be sacrificed |
| Now let the dreadful drama of the apocalypse commence! |
| The dead arise, the underworld echoes with thunder |
| Damned souls, demonic army, rise, sons of darkness |
| Behold the signs of un-salvation |
| Monuments of the saviour’s absence |