Gospel Of The Horns - Time to Strike lyrics

I have this question for all of you Will you smash through the shackles, our moment of truth? Well I think it's now, now or never To use the past, to forge ahead in the future A new city shall be born The merchants of vengeance have called Dormant we are no more Blood pools filled with emotions of those Who suffer from their ignorant bliss (Here I stand draped in black) They may paint an enemy so barbaric But no ground shall be lost They may clench their fists But expect no prisoners here There are scores to be settled Settled once and for all An infinity of rage will invade their battered souls Condemned and subjected To our inquisition We shall revel in the spoils of our conquest The clan of the horned divine