In these, the last days
Before armageddon
Comes the mighty nightstorm, (and)
The mist brings the chosen

Black against blue
The raven has flown
Darkness, now
As the world closes

(Now) there be fewer dogs
With each swing of the axe
All aktion is prayer:
Pray with the axe

And the chosen?
Feed them to the young lions
In this hellscape
Violence is golden

Kill on command
Kill with hearts so cold
Kill because you can
Violence is golden