With their chains cut off, the ancient gods arise
Their fear in your eyes, mesmerized their lies
With a thousand suns of light, your agony so bright
Their veins filled with scorn, bleak hate and spite

In decadence we march, embittered rotten fate
Perished in a lifeless shell, filled with blood of slaves
We are the filth, the foulness, the despised and cursed
In a world of pain and divine, your drowning souls enshrined
We are the filth, your drowning souls enshrined

In hellish malice, they are born from grace
In manic fury, their creed and faith erased
Embittered believers perished your mendacious heart
With demonic forces, their souls are torn apart