Nocturnal - Ruthless Darkness

The power of the deniers of faith
Is the mark of the original sin
Sacred is the hate that arises from within,
To purify the violence
Darkness is taking over
Evil is suffocating
Wield the sword of vengeance
And spit venom into the skies

Ruthless darkness
We are the dead
Ruthless darkness
Sign of sin

Violence! Sickness! Suffering!
Watch over madness like dying kings
With a lust for domination
Blood on my fingers, the power of sin
Inject tears of angels in my skin
My tongue grows cold to the sounds of trumpets

Force by sign, march the procession
Filled with tremendous aggression
Insane thoughts breeding the madness
Ravenous flock awaiting the darkness
Burn! Shatter! Kill!
Daughters of lust, apostles of dust
Eyes of chaos, stained with sin
Blood of saints on our skin