As you crawled on your kness

And your leader was a whip

As your blood flows down your face

And burned in your wounds of pain

As you were one with wood

By the woek of satans smith

As you hung under the sun

And cold steel sent you to hell

I was the crown on your head

The cross on your back

I was the nails on your flesh

The spear of your death

My legions are born in the land of shadows

No book and no lies were needed

They find me in their hearts

Do you really think I want the weak?

In the circle of fire

Is no room for your lambs

They will fail like all the others

You can't kill me in a lion cave

I am the sword of the black jewel throne

A sword of evil on the neck of your lambs

I am the gate of the black jewel throne

A gate made by blood in the deepest nights of hell