In a land that has no sun war cries break the silence.
This was not what nature intended to serve a master class

Grim visions of battle

The priest stands on the altar - off with their heads.
The few who have seized power will face a mortal attack

In a land that has no sun darkness all there is under a blackened sky.
Legions gather strength to wage a final attack.
Blood stained ground, violent retribution

This is Hell, this is nightmare

Ashes of kings like dust in the fukking wind.
Their temples in ruins never to rise again for a social order
Where masters hang from trees death to the tyrant
Now your time has come. Crawling like maggots
Crawling in their own filth. The sun will rise your time,
Your time is now

This is Hell, this is nightmare

To all of you that I loved so well, Let's go where
No tyrants, no masters they dwell
Where faith kills not and where no God rule
Supreme. Where the force of nature is strong

Master you are now dead, this is your Hell