Moving Mountains

As one rope loosens, another then tightens

far too long we've been strangled and tied

this sick circle of shame must now finally break

so that honour may again walk by our side

Roamers of the path of many paths

now the hour has come for us to act

with inhuman hatred and intensity

to ram down the monoliths of fallacy

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins

the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war

the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for

The ethics and laws that we deeply abhor

have left mere rust and rot in their wake

so each such child of the holiest of lies

together with their fathers shall be slain

The storm of rebellion will never calm down

in the raging hearts of the truly devout

so hold not a moment more thy fury back

for swords are made to cut and daggers to stab

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins

the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war

the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for

Enthralling is the scent of burning shrines

and the sound of crumbling hierarchies

as after this disgraceful time

the true nature in us can once again breathe

May lips wet with blood to the world now proclaim:

at last the Beast if free and, verily, so shall remain!

In the chanting winds of this glorious black night

we hold the scalps of the crushed rulers high

without swaying a hammer or piling any stones

where once their towers stood we raise our own

At the mass grave of religions man's triumphant age begins

the heartblood of these tyrants will wash us clean of sin

we'll stand among the victors through this colossal war

the sight of moving mountains is what we are here for