In the gothic splendour of
The chapel of Saint Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand
Ancient crown of Bohemia
Placed upon your head
Sharpening your spears
The hangman's disciples, vomiting forth death
Murderous power, rabiate hate
Harbinger of suffering
The malignance of malevolence
Rises beyond benevolence

Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide
In death taking pride
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Thousand-eyed Angel of Death
Armed with flaming sword
Spread your wings, let the killing begin
The hunter becomes the hunted
Hangmen also die
Morningred, morningred
Shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond
Killing, bloodspilling
Made through carnage
Seas of blood, seas of blood
Morningred, seas of blood

In the gothic splendour of
The chapel of Saint Menceslaus
Golden door with seven locks
Seven keys within your hand

Smite your foes that they may die
Splattering blood across the sky
Architect of genocide
In death taking pride
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come

Hangmen also die
Morningred, morningred
Shines us to soon be dead
Retaliating from beyond
Killing, bloodspilling
Made through carnage
Seas of blood, seas of blood
Seas of blood, seas of blood