Rise! Under Satans Mighty Horns

And from a ruined kingdom we RISE! As disciples of the shadows - we rise Storming the gates of religious filth - their demise Like an epidemic of utter darkness - we rise Being swept away by holocaust winds - their holy lies And through darkness we find enlightenment Like an epidemic of utter darkness - we rise Being swept away in black smoke - their holy lies A plague of blackness In desert sands Filth of the land And nailed to the cross The king of lies Whom we despise His end is not a loss For its never to late To change our fate And rise above the rest For on this hour This empires ours To pass our final test In the darkest night We see true light Under Satans mighty horns The power of our plight.