Ancient dark lords of the abyss,
Torture christians for all their sins.
Upon grand thrones of skulls they sit,
Disect the souls of the christians.

No gates of gold await,
Your deads have sealed your fate.
Rightious christians of light,
Bask in Satan's dark might.

You have been, forsaken,
Your saviour, he is too weak.
Your dog christ, cannot save you,
Lost is the peace you seek.

Ripped and torn, demon horde,
Dismembered, lay broken.
Tormented, for your ward,
Regergitate, bile covered floor.

Blood soaked stone, visceria strung,
Rotton skin, forgotton strung.
Rivers of gore, vile stinking, stream,
Lungs explode, silently scream.

There is no peace when you die,
Fires of hell await your soul.
Darkness acends from your god's light,
Black realms of pain accept your toll.

No gates, of gold, await,
Your deads, have sealed your fate,
Worthless, christians, of light.

Lyrics written by Bil'e Sammael Thoth