I hail those from the past
Died by the thousands
On this wretched vile land
I hail those who have been
Slain by the blade
Those scattered around the endless chasm
Hail their return
Rise all fallen and speak
Of flames murder and more
Rise, oh precious acolytes of despair
As the serpent crawls beneath
In the end eternal torment
Shall be bestowed once again
As the stars align this world will die
Thou shall be victorious once again
Arise and fulfill your
Ancient desires
Hold thy blades and behold
This blissful oblivion
And as the stars align
This world will die
Thou shall be victorious once again
Arise and fulfill
Your ancient desires
Death by flames, behold
Oh this blissful oblivion
Arise all fallen and speak
Of flames murder and more
Rise, oh precious acolytes of despair