A scribe
Infusing hate
The key to hell's gate
Alive
To re-instate
The scriptures of our race
Blood
Is running cold
This agony untold
Enforce
The pain we preach
This torture incomplete

Rancid
Disfigured idol
Altar to sorrow
The dead choir is in recital
Aroth
A weakened power
A bleak tomorrow
Surrender to the darkest hour
A war
To end existence
Sickness will silence
The ticking clock of your resistance
Placid
Waters of stillness
Mercy is poisoned
The water bearing signs of illness
Damned
The world ignited
Souls sacrificed
As the word of our god is recited
Words
That scream "Attack!"
We promise suffering
And penance in black

Abyssal gates, in fury open
The chains that bound our race now broken
Tainted revelations spoken
Denial of being awoken
Blinded by endless despising
The lives we've shattered crave reprising
As light creeps in we're realizing
That Aroth is now arising