Slithering from the south Like venomous snake Carrying poison to our pagan lands A herald of a degenerate faith The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened We are eager to spill your blood The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened Under the cloak of night we'll come "Pater noster, qui es in caelis, Sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adventat regnun tuum. Fiat voluntas tua. Sicut in caelo et in terra." "We oppose the rule of your god, We tread upon the cross of slavery, We rejoice when your temples burn; Eternally we hail the one-eyes god" Sent by the greed of Clotaire To deceive the pagans of Ghent Using trickery and foul deceit To lure them into spiritual slavery The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened We are eager to spill your blood The runes are carved, The swords are sharpened Under the cloak of night we'll come Smash down our holy idols Cut down our sacred oaks The voice of our gods sounds eternally Destined to outlive your poor wretched lies