The old crosses on the crossroads Decayed and bitten by the time Symbols of eternal ignorance Which is blind to the free world Lie the relics of the past Written in different dimension Spit with venom of hypocrisy And cast a dark shadow Let's stand at the crossroads And wake our wrath Let it burn the crosses We will burn the rests of ignorance Let you take the possession of wrath Pure wrath in its essence Let the wrath be your guide And cut the embarrassing ties Gazing at the cross You can see the pain Your hands are tied Without the line of defense Like a sheep in the herd You have a shepherd in cassock And at the end of the way You have nothing Let's stand on the crossroads And excite our wrath Let it burn the crosses Symbols of pride and yoke Let's throw away our fear And let grow our new strength Rise up our new banners Banners with the image of the Devil