| Song | Fall of the Servants |
| Artist | Hour of Penance |
| Album | Sedition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Treacherous, smouldering | |
| Storm of sand, burn the cross | |
| Severing, all the heads | |
| Fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who’re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Raping – Killing – Serve the masters | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening – Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate – Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die | |
| Never seen such a weak, pitiful human being | |
| How you dare call yourself God | |
| Nailed upon the wall with a piece of the cross | |
| Blessing the new altar with a whore | |
| Unholy birth, behold | |
| The last fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who’re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Face the plague on the sacred land | |
| Breeding the new race | |
| Taste the flesh of the prophet | |
| Shaped under a vengeful eye | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening – Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate – Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die |
| Treacherous, smouldering | |
| Storm of sand, burn the cross | |
| Severing, all the heads | |
| Fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who' re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Raping Killing Serve the masters | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die | |
| Never seen such a weak, pitiful human being | |
| How you dare call yourself God | |
| Nailed upon the wall with a piece of the cross | |
| Blessing the new altar with a whore | |
| Unholy birth, behold | |
| The last fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who' re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Face the plague on the sacred land | |
| Breeding the new race | |
| Taste the flesh of the prophet | |
| Shaped under a vengeful eye | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die |
| Treacherous, smouldering | |
| Storm of sand, burn the cross | |
| Severing, all the heads | |
| Fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who' re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Raping Killing Serve the masters | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die | |
| Never seen such a weak, pitiful human being | |
| How you dare call yourself God | |
| Nailed upon the wall with a piece of the cross | |
| Blessing the new altar with a whore | |
| Unholy birth, behold | |
| The last fall of the servants | |
| Treading on the ones who' re in awe | |
| Of the serpent | |
| Beg for mercy fools! | |
| Face the plague on the sacred land | |
| Breeding the new race | |
| Taste the flesh of the prophet | |
| Shaped under a vengeful eye | |
| Swarming with chaos from the north | |
| Deafening Threatening | |
| Marching in line against the feeble souls | |
| Shining in a gloomy dusk | |
| Breaching the walls of the church | |
| Desecrate Dominate | |
| Here comes the black son of the demon god | |
| Sweeping the sacred land | |
| There is no heaven | |
| Nor a savior god | |
| You shall die |