Alghazanth

Let Thy sword fall upon the necks of the feeble and the foolish
Raise thy fist in glory, smash the crosses to thousand little pieces
Give your commands unto the firestorms, may the flames caress the sky
Lead the whirlwinds towards the masses and as harvested they shall fall
Agony and fear arise in black shapes, both are here to torment the weak
Listen how they cry for their "god" that never existed the way they thought
He is not a saviour nor is he a king, never was and never shall be
Only a coward without any reason to be a ruler
This world shall be given to those who roam the paths of the dark Unseen