Lyrics The Rite of Our Cross - Satyricon

Freedom, urge, faith – and deeper he falls
Hatred, rage, fear – the stronger denial
Anger, heat, lust – the higher he climbs
Slave – the shackles are off
Act – Do it your way
Horns – the abyss ascends
Now gather the earth
It′s the coming of the Dark Lord
All tribes unite
This is the rite of our cross
Viewing, judging, killing – A formula known
Fading, paling, rotting – A story too old
Wielding, might, just – Now throw me the fight
Glowing, thriving, winning – The truth will be told