Chain and secure the chapel doors*
Axe in hand I stand
Before the congregation.
Figure of Iniquity
Scourge of the Christians I impose my will.
Orgy of murder I'm driven to kill.
Hacking my way through the herd.
The meek inherit my wrath.
Headless bodies convulsing.
Limbs decorate the pews.
Covered in entrails.
Drunk on the blood of Christ.