In a silhouette of a distant nebular an orange glare seeps thought the mist
As screams echo across the moon's floor from the falling of many souls
Through eternities of disgust, a quality of darkest from appears,
In this comfort of his darkness,
Blood and fire plagues the atmosphere.
Om my path to crush the holy all my anger and hate are upon their lies.
I watch the flames and watch all humanity die.

Blood will follow thee...

I have come for the hunt from the night skies of all above,
Arm yourself, prepare yourself or be left behind and be forgot.

Hell burns from my soul and they can see it in my eyes
Follow the course of all foes
And all the cosmos and stars will die

I am alone, my heart is dead as it's cold,
My soul is black, blacker then all those who attack
I've been called, the call has hounded for so long.

Blood will follow thee...