Here I wait, in the shadows Raise my two bloody hands In the center of a circle, bodies joint in deadly dance I have k**ed with my brothers By my hand the weak must die We leave a trail of lonely mothers, who mourn their martyrs side by side The ruler of this holy city, respected till the end of time Reluctant to show his pity when religion turns to crime They believed in the virgin mother, for that they must be crucified They cannot love any other Elder gods they left behind Those who are about to die, make sure that you will learn Trumpets sing and children cry when fires of Mars will burn Christs may come and Christs may go, but Caesar is forever Come, my son, and you shall know: Tonight we hunt together!