From The Gates Of Apocalypse — Baptism

Golden light has disappeared World's ages turned towards blackness From the gates of the apocalypse Shall swarm our might, unstoppable

Now, christedom Amitate your master While hanging on your cross upside down

Wrath of our hearts has grown with your lies But it shall find peace with your deaths

What you feared has come From obsidian gates of apocalypse We'll come and show you the truth Your place is in the shadows too When renewed we'll meet in the darkness