This could be the fortress of new hate

Based on lustration, based on hate

A lack of mind, a lack of sense

Unfold the flag, symbol of knowledge

The Antipriest of death, likes whales followed

Into what's gaseous, into their grave

If we must cleanse, so be it

Roused, plagues

Tribal instinct, need to kill

Altered in madness, the principle is pure

To survive is to eat

Weak are we, blinded we seek

Coffin on coffin, you'll be

Torn apart, no rest in pieces

Scrutiny for purity, the flesh is all the same

Bigger than life, closer to death

Reform now conform now

Mourn, for there will be no dawn

Inhale death's breath