In the gothic splendour of the chapel of Saint Menceslaus. Golden door with seven locks, seven keys within your hand. Ancient crown of Bohemia placed upon your head. Sharpening your spears. The hangman's disciples, vomiting forth death Murderous power, rabiate hate, harbinger of suffering. The malignance of malevolence rises beyond benevolence Smite your foes that they may die, splattering blood across the sky. Architect of genocide in death taking pride. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. Thousand-eyed Angel of Death armed with flaming sword. Spread your wings, let the killing begin. The hunter becomes the hunted. Hangmen also die. Morningred, morningred shines us to soon be dead. Retaliating from beyond. Killing, bloodspilling, made through carnage. Seas of blood, seas of blood. Morningred, seas of blood. In the gothic splendour of the chapel of Saint Menceslaus. Golden door with seven locks, seven keys within your hand. Smite your foes that they may die, splattering blood across the sky. Architect of genocide in death taking pride. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. The shape of things to come. Hangmen also die. Morningred, morningred shines us to soon be dead. Retaliating from beyond. Killing, bloodspilling, made through carnage. Seas of blood, seas of blood. Seas of blood, seas of blood.