I'm not afraid, I'm not your slave, you're not a brethren

You're not a father, you're a killer of conscience fit for the deepest depth of hell

I'm not afraid to die and I don't believe your lies

And I do believe the report of my eyes when I hear the cries of those who died

I'm not afraid of you, the world will know the truth

I'm not afraid to die, we will arrest your troops

How dare you call yourselves perfect, you seed of Satan

Tarеs fit for the fire, wherе it will burn forever

Will he make supplications unto you? Leviathan

Shall the companions make a banquet out of him? Leviathan

Will you play with him as with a bone? Leviathan

Lay your hand upon him, remember the battle

Leviathan

None so fierce dare stir him up

Who then is able to stand

Before the Lord