Crush the disbeliever - Warhammer

The origin of perversion lies deep within our doom

Unleashed in massive extinction

This Earth shall fall in gloom

The fate is self-destruction to release all agony

We hail the shores of Heaven with hellish insanity

Crush the disbeliever — tear the enemy down

Raise the infamous shroud — and wear the martyr’s crown

Through bloodshed and oppression

Our hearts have turned to stone

Nothing ever remains of them

Their skeletons built our thrones

The seed of chaos grows, a passage without return

Crusades end in fire, the sinner will never learn

Nothing’s more to drown, we raise the sword at last

Their temples left behind, like relics of the past

One day they’ll understand the eternal strength, and then

Illuminated by the words of God, we’ll raise the sword again