Mountains Mashu's pilgrim Demoniac walkabout towards desecration Three symbols float on his soul And the pale moon's ray is the fatal sight Of the ancient great terror The blind and mad god awaits his dawn In the temple of madness... awaits!
While the black waters in wrath maelstrom are Absu assembles his nauseous cult In the nameless city the old Irem spills his cruelty In a ritualistic coven and forgotten cemeteries Where the deceased ascend again and the pain Is smelled in the incense
The race of the goat ruined the false congregation And his wicked laugh are the summoning Of the occult temples The desecrator take out the child From his mother's arms They are the children of the Underworld They have come to build his reign from The ancient ruins of Babylon Has come to claim his throne