Sonne Adam Shine
Underground, amidst society
There we are lurking, regaining form
Violently through ancient rites
See the banner of hatred rise
Hear the cries of Jehovah's whores
On with the battle, no remorse
Ignoring proclaimed emotions
Through our eyes hate will shine
Now you weep
Your tormented soul is mute
The end of preaching
We ram your teeth inside
Taste our hate, for our hate will finally
Drain your life away
