The Iron Hand of Blackest Terror

Try to stop the sinister ones
 And feel the iron hand of blackest terror
 Sweep your ineffable existence away
 The aim is to remove the subhuman spirit
 And all it's worthless disciples
 The way of warlike antichristian consciousness
 The path of black metal terror
 Every true on in it's name
 A thorn in the flesh of Judas' God
 Born in a negation of light
 Falseness becomes the ground we trample and burn
 Nail the swines to the inverted cross
 Tanks rolling in pentagram formation
 Thunder in our hearts
 Becomes their doom
 The pulse of machinegun fire
 The rhythm of our wrath
 Brethren in darkest destiny
 Black metal syndicate
 Prevailing forces in the battle against
 The liar's civilisation
 Laugh and you will suffer from our anger
 Spread rumours and feel your tongue we tear apart
 Try to stop the sinister ones
 And feel the iron hand of blackest terror
 And the breath of insanity
 Blow your ineffable existence away