Here I wait, in the shadows

Raise my two bloody hands

In the center of a circle, bodies joint in deadly dance

I have killed with my brothers

By my hand the weak must die

We leave a trail of lonely mothers, who mourn their martyrs side by side

The ruler of this holy city, respected till the end of time

Reluctant to show his pity when religion turns to crime

They believed in the virgin mother, for that they must be crucified

They cannot love any other

Elder gods they left behind

Those who are about to die, make sure that you will learn

Trumpets sing and children cry when fires of Mars will burn

Christs may come and Christs may go, but Caesar is forever

Come, my son, and you shall know: Tonight we hunt together!