Finally the purifying storm First we die then be reborn So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die Many head serpent is here at our side
Wagnerian end the grand finale is here Awash with red blood rebirth is near Feel wind of Mayhem against your face Bugle divine can be heard throughout space
If in the heat of battle you will have doubt Just kill them all and let their God sort them out The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep For when thou wind doth saw then storm thou shall reap
On the final day
The angel heart lies cold Under The Sign And crimson still the frozen Blood On Ice Drawn on walls in blood of goats the Octagon The vagrant souls will chant the Requiem until the Twilight is long gone
Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the facces goddes Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death Now the sky is crimson with blood of angels Kneel before the voice face the anger of God