Our Crusade

Through the temple of the unknown
Where the voices receive no echo
We are gathered
Unto him universal decrier

I promise to trample the cross
Subtract from its domination

Narrator of the dark litanies
In the light of the tallow candles
Of the altar arranged
In the midst of this sanctuary

I promise to trample the cross
Subtract from its domination

You can inscribe now my name
In the black book of dead
Registered your mark on me
Whose secret I would keep hence
It's our crusade

Murderesses of the celestial life
Infernal militias
Celebrants of the devilish office
Praying for the final fire

I promise to trample the cross
Subtract from its domination

It's our crusade

We're the cursed phalanx
We're waiting for the dark