Occult Den of Snakes - Hour of Penance

Why must we endure your fog that harness us?

The venom of serpents grows in your lies while we drown in the mud

Why tolerate morbid dens of treachery?

Now decimate the ghastly plague of occult sins

Rise

Why must we be slaves to dogs who prey on our lives?

While they stay behind their hidden hand, entice vermins and mites

Why tolerate morbid dens of treachery?

Now decimate the ghastly plague of occult sins

Rise

Agony for the loathsome creators of blights

With ferocious misdeeds deface those worms

As all we want to take is our land once free

For the motherland who has buried too many dead sons

Noxious atrocities to obliterate

Our freedom call