Freedom, urge, faith
And deeper he falls
Hatred, rage, fear
The stronger denial
Anger, heat, lust
The higher he climbs
Slave- the shackles are off
Act- do it your way
Horns- the abyss ascends
Now gather the earth
It’s the coming of the dark lord
All tribes unite
This is the rite of our cross
Viewing, judging, killing
A formula known
Fading, paling, rotting
A story too old
Slave- the shackles are off
Act- do it your way
Horns- the abyss ascends
Now gather the earth
It’s the coming of the dark lord
All tribes unite
This is the rite of our cross
Wielding, might, just
Now throw me the fight
Glowing, thriving, winning
The truth will be told
Slave- the shackles are off
Act- do it your way
Horns- the abyss ascends
Now gather the earth
It’s the coming of the dark lord
All tribes unite
This is the rite of our cross
