He... Who is born after thousands years of Tiranny Who dares to trespass the line between Life and Immortality Who makes vanish all the fears Who embodies the pure spirit of Oblivion Will rise again
The ancient One Who created armies of abominable servants
The formless One Who ascend his malevolent throne with raging Fury And Feasts with rotting preachers
The Earth will see the Light no more And no more Life will touch the ground As the oxygen turns in sulphur The green sky feeds the deepest sea With still living remnants of devoured Fates Screams of hypocrisy rise Creating armies of vile creatures
Thy destiny is Suffering Thy destiny is Suffering
Fire, with his flames Purifies the flesh The Unborn One annihilates the Prosperity And Brings down the world in a new Era of Submission