Sarcalogos, Never rests, Further proof that sleep is for the weak, While others, Waste the earth, We aim to spread misanthropy, Reject the holy, Stab the heart of blind worship, Suffer for my art, Those faithful to the cross will never understand, It still exists in me, The need to question, One’s own place on earth, Few have found their calling, But I, I am the annihilator, Placed by dark force, To eradicate the word of gods, Alchemy prevails, From the ashes of sinners, Come trees, Fallen by my axe for eternity, Feel the weight of alchemy, Placed upon my shoulders, Religion will be erased, Art used as force, Shivering in eternal shade, They will sleep the evil sleep, Descending to the last rim of ice, Followers suffer forever, Leave no trace of religion on this earth