The Hangman of Prague

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus

Golden door with seven locks

Seven keys within your hand

Ancient crown of Behemia placed upon your head

Sharpening your spears

The hangmanýs disciple, vomiting forth death

Murderous power, radiate hate, harbinger of suffering

The malignance of maledomance rises beyond benevolence

Smite your foes that they may die

Splattering blood across the sky

Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

Thousand-eyed angel of death, armed with flaming sword

Spread your wings, let the killing begin

The hunter becomes the hunted, hangmen also die

Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead

Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling

Wade through carnage

Seas of blood

Seas of blood

Morning red

Seas of blood

In the gothic splendor of the chapel of St. Menceslaus

Golden door with seven locks

Seven keys within your hand

Smite your foes that they may die

Splattering blood across the sky

Architect of genocide, by death taking pride

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

The shape of things to come

Hangmen also die

Morning red, morning red shines us to soon be dead

Retaliating from beyond, killing, blood spilling

Wade through carnage

Seas of blood

Seas of blood

Seas of blood

Seas of blood