From the deepest depths of death
Feel its cold embrace
Ravenous, from beyond the borders of time

The Blood of a million conquered men
Shall adorn my scythe
And the will of God shall stud my crown

Oh, shining wealth of darkness and the endless treasures it holds

Into starless aeons I go
Into the endless night I fall

Cursed is the flesh
Let their blood spill
Grinding flesh, crushing bones
Shattering creation to dust

Triumphant roars of dissonance
Raping harmonies divine
Death and chaos, our trumpets sing
Until all is nothing

The blood from million conquered men
Adorn my scythe
Death I bear thy crown
Annihilation is my throne

Malformed angels on thy wings I ride
Into death and beyond

Into starless aeons I go
Into the endless night I fall

Build a shrine to my glory, let it be known across the land
The crooked backbones of a milllan conquered men shall adorn its inner sanctum
And the hope of the hopeless shall stud its crown
Let it be known to all... We built it
Its mile high chimneys spew out subhuman remains into the stratosphere
Giving nature nothing in return for nothing - waste in return for waste
Annulling their void souls, casting them back from whence they came
Their remains are but thin lines of smoke beside the perpetual pillars of light
Behold

Into starless aeons I go
Into the endless night I fall
Into the starless nights I go
Into the endlessness I fall