Lyrics The Rite of Our Cross - Satyricon

The Rite of Our Cross

Freedom, urge, faith — and deeper he falls
Hatred, rage, fear — the stronger denial
Anger, heat, lust — the higher he climbs
Slave — the shackles are off
Act — Do it your way
Horns — the abyss ascends
Now gather the earth
It’s the coming of the Dark Lord
All tribes unite
This is the rite of our cross
Viewing, judging, killing — A formula known
Fading, paling, rotting — A story too old
Wielding, might, just — Now throw me the fight
Glowing, thriving, winning — The truth will be told