Heathens

The teachers rise again
To impart upon you
To make you pay
For what you done

Gloating upon the epitaph of man
In the crypts where the flood arrived
By hammer and chisel from a heretic’s hand
That drained the blood from pigs and thrived

Death awaits
When the circle breaks

Heathens who came to soil and falsify
The word as been taught by the teachers of death
Feel the reprisal for your patricide
As you take your last breath

They painted the corpses so elaborately
Uttered the shrieks at the witches’ Sabbath
No indulgence for death to disagree
They summoned the spirits of Quth and Azaroth

Death awaits
When the circle breaks

Heathens who came to soil and falsify
The word as been taught by the teachers of death
Feel the reprisal for your patricide
As you take your last breath