Sinister Glow of the Funeral Torches

March to the black holocaust has begun
 Funeral tones echo over all the land
 The rebirth of a satanic empire of death
 Without the human Christian millions of weak
 Black pure imperial blood
 Herited from funeral sworn
 In the soil where rotting bones were placed
 Our souls grew and from the curse were born
 We are not human though human appears outside
 Maybe human destiny awaits for this flesh
 We are the face of your timeless death
 A circle made of sinister, morbid intentions
 The strong race is coming to end all life
 The creature of god, the larva of feebleness
 Of such monumental hate darkness will rise again
 Bestial offering of human blood (final nail to the coffin of god)
 In the endless night to come
 Roaring hell of Black Metal
 Sinister light of the funeral torches
 You'll see it before a sword