In the gothic splendour of the chapel of Saint Menceslaus.
Golden door with seven locks, seven keys within your hand.
Ancient crown of Bohemia placed upon your head.
Sharpening your spears.
The hangman's disciples, vomiting forth death
Murderous power, rabiate hate, harbinger of suffering.
The malignance of malevolence rises beyond benevolence

Smite your foes that they may die, splattering blood across the sky.
Architect of genocide in death taking pride.
The shape of things to come.

Thousand-eyed Angel of Death armed with flaming sword.
Spread your wings, let the killing begin.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
Hangmen also die.
Morningred, morningred shines us to soon be dead.
Retaliating from beyond.
Killing, bloodspilling, made through carnage.
Seas of blood, seas of blood.
Morningred, seas of blood.

In the gothic splendour of the chapel of Saint Menceslaus.
Golden door with seven locks, seven keys within your hand.

Smite your foes that they may die, splattering blood across the sky.
Architect of genocide in death taking pride.
The shape of things to come.

Hangmen also die.
Morningred, morningred shines us to soon be dead.
Retaliating from beyond.
Killing, bloodspilling, made through carnage.
Seas of blood, seas of blood.
Seas of blood, seas of blood.

Plague upon plague, black boil redemption.
On this sea of rats I shall set my throne.
Halo of fleas, blood puke salvation.
Only fire is now clean enough to touch your soul.

Throne of Rats.
Sword of Disease.
Throne of Rats.

See how the body contracts
until your limbs become ropes of madness.
Ropes of regret, the price of purity.
Ropes of regret.

Throne of Rats.
Sword of Disease.
Throne of Rats.

Older than Time am I, and yes, I am forevermore.
Constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins.

Death upon death, black death redemption.
On this sea of death I shall claim my crown.
Halo of death, death puke salvation.
Only death is now pure enough to forgive your sins.

Throne of Death.
Justice is done.
Throne of Rats.

And when the lamb opened the seventh seal, there was in Heaven a silence.
Seven angels, seven trumpets, preparing to sound.
God has sent his punishment over us.
We shall all perish in the blackest death.

Know that this can be your final hour. Death stands behind you.
I can see the crown of his head gleam in the Sun.

His scythe flashes when he raises it behind your heads.
Who among you will he strike first?

Hail and fire, mingled with blood.
The greatest of stars is about to fall.

Before evening, will your mouth be distorted into a last unfinished yawn?
Like open-mouthed cattle, blooming with appetite and lust for life.
Have you got a year or an hour left to pollute the Earth with your debris?
Angels descend, graves open.
It's the Angel of Death passing by.

Upon that storied marble cast thine eye.
The scene commands a moralising sigh.
E'en in Arcadia's blessed Elysian plains, amidst the laughing nymphs and sportive swains.

Life's Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom, but Reason's finger pointing at the...

See festal joy subside with melting grace, and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast, the passion throbbing in the lover's breast?

Life's Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom, but Reason's finger pointing at the tomb.

So say me, noble stranger, what brings you here this night?
I have come to release you from the bitter taste of life.
Why me? Why now? It cannot be my time.
Everything that falls to the ground is mine.

Upon that storied marble cast thine eye.
The scene commands a moralising sigh.
E'en in Arcadia's blessed Elysian plains, amidst the laughing nymphs and sportive swains.

See festal joy subside with melting grace, and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast, the passion throbbing in the lover's breast?

Life's Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom, but Reason's finger pointing at the...

See festal joy subside with melting grace, and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast, the passion throbbing in the lover's breast?

Life's Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom,
but Reason's finger pointing at the tomb.

But in youth am I still, and in flesh am I strong.
And I have a disease for every sin that you have done.
But I've done nothing wrong, nothing bad or untrue.
Neither God nor Devil agrees with you!

Praetorians reborn, relentless spiral of death.
Armored spearhead, time of trial, circle of fire.
Rostow, Charkow, Kursk, Carnapol.
Encirclement and outbreak, bloodsoaked soil.

Moments of glory and pride.
Panzer Deathride.
Death and Hell on every side.
Death and Hell on every side.

Iron youth under steel command, working toward piece by piece.
Camouflage gear rips, streams of blood drip.
Machinegun fire spraying lethal dose. Crawl across the killing field.
Black cross, red star. Iron times, last laurels.

Black sun shine us forth. God's soldiers, without God.
No respite, the blackguard dies. Loyal to the bitter end.
High tide in the East, red deluge.
On darkened wings Death descend.

Moments of glory and pride.
Panzer Deathride.
Hell and death in every hide.
Hell and death in every hide.

Steel Inferno.
Panzer Deathride.

Closer, come closer till everything burns.
Each foetus a torch. The missionaries' lips in raging flames.
Death and our semen, at last shall we burn.
Ash and coal.
Come closer, come closer.
Ash and coal.

The guilty and the innocent the same.
Light razorblades restless dance over navel-strings and forgotten sins.
Ash and coal.

Holy or crown of lust, the city must burn.
The bread and the flesh must follow its vow.
The abdomen, tongues and aborted the same.
Every image of both living and dead shall perish in flames.
Perish in flames.
Perish in flames.
Perish.

Closer, come closer till nothing breathes.
Come closer, and come without warning.
The prophet's throat, ash and coal.
Blind, but with a thousand seeking arms.
Ash and coal.
Can you outrun the mouths of Hell?

Holy or crown of lust, the city must burn.
The bread and the flesh must follow its vow.
The abdomen, tongues and aborted the same.
Every image of both living and dead.
Holy or throne of filth, all nations must burn.
The king and the whore together at last.
The abdomen, tongues and seeker the same.
Every fragment of both tomb and tree
shall perish in flames.

Perish in flames.

Empire of blood arise.
Vengeance be our holy blood.
Our holy grail. Kill all the frail.
Be our holy blood, our holy grail.

Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.
And I believe him. I believe him

Not a single straw shall nourish the enemy.
No man shall give them enlightment.
No hand bid them aid. Every path will he find destroyed, every road barred. Nothing but death, annihilation
and hatred shall greet him.
Hatred shall greet him.

Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.
Yes, believe him.

Not a single straw shall nourish the enemy.
No man shall give them enlightment.

Crushing resistance, inflicting pain.
Fierce devotion, reign of terror.
Draconian measures, sealing their fates.
Proudly displaying achievements in blood.

Warschau.
Warschau.
Warschau.

Overkill supreme, bloodletting.
Sacrifice, blood is the price of victory.
Iron claws descend, ruling with supremacy.
Declaration of death, damnation's pride.

Eye for an eye, death for death.
Panzerclaw retaliate, blood and dust.
Annihilation, obliteration, cremation.
Declaration of death, genocide triumphant.

Crushing resistance, inflicting pain.
Fierce devotion, reign of terror.
Draconian measures, sealing their fates.
Proudly displaying achievements in blood.

Warschau.
Warschau.
Warschau.

Overkill supreme, bloodletting.
Sacrifice, blood is the price of victory.
Iron claws descend, ruling with supremacy.
Declaration of death, damnation's pride.

Warschau.
Warschau.
Warschau.

Quod fuimus, estis, quod sumus eritis.
Quod fuimus, estis, quod sumus eritis.
Vanitas vanitatem omnia vanitas.
Memento mori, memento mori.
Nemo ante mortem beatus dici potest.
Memento mori, memento mori.

Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc, your mothers are many, everything bleeds.
Nor have they heard the Netherworld move its lips.
You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word.
It's the emptiness, everything is from within.
Afraid to die you are.
Don't receive the sword, don't receive the sword.
Everything bleeds, the branches bleed between your cold mouths.
They will throw your ashes over the Seine.
Ashes over the Seine.
Like a funeral veil.
Ashes over the Seine.

Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc, don't believe your visions.
Everything you given a name is already lost.
Don't receive the white armour.
There is nothing to defend.
Don't bow down for the kings.
All the blood, all the blood.
Yes, you will be betrayed.
So much blood. The stones are cold.

You hear no voices, you hear no voices.
They will bathe up your sword to bloody bronze, and hang as an oath in the catacombs.
You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word.
It's the emptiness, everything is from within.
Afraid to die you are.
Don't believe, don't believe.
The saints are dead people, no pointed crowns.
They will throw your ashes over the Seine.
Like a funeral veil.
Like a funeral veil.

Everything bleeds, everything bleeds.
Untie your dress, everything bleeds.
And open up your protected room with two fingers. Everything bleeds.

Everything bleeds, everything bleeds.
Untie your dress, everything bleeds.
And open up your protected room with two fingers. Everything bleeds.

The great cathedral of Man arise through doors flung wide.
Every nation marches singing towards defeat and death.

Judgement Day edges toward evening.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy Sun.

Judgement Day edges toward evening.
Every nation marches singing, every nation towards death.
Let us rejoice in the light of this man-made Armageddon, this man-made Hell.
Hand in hand with angels of iron,angels of wrath.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy black Sun.

The great cathedral of Man arise through doors flung wide.
Every nation marches singing towards defeat and death.

Judgement Day edges toward evening.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy black Sun.

Judgement Day edges toward evening.
Every nation marches singing, every nation towards death.
Let us rejoice in the light of this man-made Armageddon, this man-made Hell.
Hand in hand with angels of iron,angels of wrath.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy black Sun.

Every nation marches singing, every nation towards death.
Let us rejoice in the light of this man-made Armageddon, this man-made Hell.
Hand in hand with angels of iron,angels of wrath.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy black Sun. .

Every nation marches singing, every nation towards death.
Let us rejoice in the light of this man-made Armageddon, this man-made Hell.
Hand in hand with angels of iron,angels of wrath.
Panzer thunder, panzer death.
Black twelve-armed holy Sun.
Rise, rise, holy black Sun.
Every nation marches singing, every nation towards death.
Let us rejoice in the light of this solemn dance of death.