you dare raise up the cross you fall now before the sword no surrender no mercy die beneath my blade the fear of death cold in your heart you cry out to skies above hold your tongue or it shall be ripped pulled from your head i am the heathen dead is the trinity gone is the one divine christ repulsed by the light your weakness abhorent suffer the believers of the lie you pray to the false to the one true deception once again your words upon deaf ears shackled in vain by invisible chains you choke upon betrayal now you die you dare raise up the cross you fall now before the sword no surrender no mercy die beneath my blade