In the night of the priest
The servants seek for the saint's blood
Killing in the name of the whisperer
Spitting on the fallen cross
Down the hill, wrapped in hate
The pain runs under the sword
Killing in the name of the whisperer
The silence is complete in the frozen hearts
Feeling fear like a solid stone
The servants smell the sadness
Lilith sits on her black throne
The butchery is about to begin
The cries tear the night
Killing in the name of the whisperer
The thoughts in the wind are spread in the fire
In the night of the doom
The servants sow future hatreds
The claws of the God that they obey
Push them towards the numb
The second door has been opened
And time runs like hell
Killing in the name of the whisperer