To the Gates of Death - Lair of the Profaner

As I enter the gates of Hades
The more I see the more I wish to die
Tombs and corpses the rulers of this world
Spirits rising to grant me eternal pain
Hidden for years
Hatred corroding his veins
An urge to defile the temple
And crush the hideous lord
Slay, slay them, profaner
Smash the cross and free us from secular chains
Burn, burn them, profaner
Nothing but ash shall enter in those holy lungs
A blasphemous need
Smoldering through centuries
A constant dream
Of idols in flames
To sin is to live
A new order he brings
By the sign of the pentagram
Ride freedom’s wings