Upon the mountain the dismal tyrant stands Lies in his eyes, stone tablets in hands Ignorant slaves in numbers flock his call They worship in vain their prophet shall fall Across many lands the slaves they dwell Ensnared by the tyrant's false-hearted spell Doing his bidding without question or thought So the prophet's reign of slander is wrought ♪ Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride The tyrant-prophet we shall fight Across deserts and mountains and over the seas Everywhere nothing but ancient lies sound Cultures are crushed by the laws of the lie Once noble tribes now shackled and bound For centuries the rule of the prophet endures Bleak oppression the dread fate of the world All are powerless against the tyrant's rule Until the holy banners of blood are unfurled ♪ Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride The false fall beneath our might ♪ After ages of woe chosen warriors rise Fathered by those who still rule the skies Their divine blood and celestial steel Shall squash the lies the slaves shall kneel The banners fly with defiance and pride All lies and deceit are crushed by their might Scriptures burn in the holy fires of rage Blood and steel forge a new golden age ♪ Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride With burning steel reclaim our pride