Dark incantation, black figure
What have you come for?
You are not human, from below
What have I done to set you free?

I'll guide you through this mortal land
Come so I can show you the way, my dark one

Greater than all

Every prophecy fulfilled

Marching on, pillage the innocent and give them all what they deserve
We will desecrate and spread our disease
Will bring to life true pain and suffering
I want to see you bleed
I want to see you bleed

Breathe, enter oblivion
I feel the past erode away

Now every heathen is burned to dust and their fables remain the same
The turmoil that they create is laid to rest beside their grave