Antichristian Hordes

With the chilly morning breeze
We drag our bodies
Into the lungs of the Earth

With the first rays of the sun
We hide in our caves,
In the woods

With Macick and mayhem
With blood and tears
By the Ancient Nature
By the Eldest Forests
In the darkest night
We will prevail!

The burning symbols of God
The remnants of our unholy acts
The only sign of our existense

When the sun fades away
Behind the mountains, under the horizon
We draw our swords
And storm the mountainsides
Like Unholy tide
Our shields reflect the moonlight
And the hilltops shine
In silver-blue flame
The earth is trembling
Under our feet
We will crush Jehovah
Like a worm!