Far from these lands

Where gods mercy dosen't reach

where the of the jew shepherd have forgotten

cremated in the flame of hatred

There the love for Adams children

ceased to exist and withered away

The shadow has build his kingdom

and a new black God risen to his glory

We are the black arrow

poisoned by the snake

aimed at holy dove

from the bow of the fallen angel

The ritual of cursing life

we drink the rotten blood,

from the skull of gods creation

with death of believers of Christ in our minds

In the stench of the dead rats

Your burning piety cooled

Your belief is faltering

and once you denial your god...

We are the black arrow

poisoned by the snake

aimed at holy dove

from the bow of the fallen angel