Tyrants Call on the slayer Manic sons of fire Violent and brave Silent is she That steers my path The smiling dark brazen hordes Oh fight savage fight! Don't come into the light Oh fight savage fight! With blade in your hand To live in your own land Preachers Servants of decay From the cesspit lie Pregnant with rage Oh fight savage fight! Come into the light Oh fight savage fight! With blade in your hand To live in your own land In the fires of our rage They're finding their selves a way And they'll give up their lives to live in their own land Betrayers, silent hidden hands Poison our well, knelt before graven idols Liars, thieves of the just In stealth they are known By the sign of the whore