Chain Breaker - Triumphant Lyrics

Pray - the gods cannot hear you!
They pity you not - so frayed and weak
My fleshbiter sings
Through the hearts of these
Worthless sheep, who blindly bow
Before a jew or golden cow
The convent cunts quiver from
Our skaldic nocturne
Hail the ancients!
Northern pantheon
A suit of mail and immortal iron glory
Figures of the sun
Crushed into dust
Stain the ascetic halls
With holy menstrual blood
Raid!
Apocalyptic tales tell of our arrival
Fortify your faith, for it shall be tested
The eight legged steeds thunder forth
Born among gods we trample ye worms!