Текст: Therion. Beyond Sanctorum. Tyrants Of The Damned.

Dark age, war
Tyrants
Veils of death
Tyrants of the damned

No meaning we saw
Believers of war
They had thirsts of gore

A third Reich
Built by bricks of hate
Soon to fall
Just like their fates

Lunacy
Distortions of their minds
Sick believes
To raise the arias race

Thoughts of hate
A Nazi mode of thoughts
The scums are dead
And we don't see their Reich

No meaning we saw
With this big war
A power of hate
That mankind creates