Blind, as the circle of corruption, The blessed land, crumbled to taint. Rivers of blood, seep through the soil, The barren wastelands, no trace of humanity, Sacrifices die in the ring of blood and burning fire Everything they ever lived for, ends with this tragedy Calling out the spirits of the Death-ritual, 13 pints of blood and bone to awaken our mighty lord Darkness rains it's blackened aura, The fields of life are blackening, the roaring storm of death, As our lord arise from the ground, The fissures burning out our lives. Nothing remains in this world any-more, Our lord consumed everything. His demonic form screeches, Life itself has withered and died. Hallowed remains strengthen our resolve, The burning cities of our kind, Their last hopes and dreams are all for nothing, The world as we know it is a fiery tombstone ruled by our lord. Blind, as the circle of corruption, The blessed land, crumbled to taint. Rivers of blood, seep through the soil, The barren wastelands, no trace of humanity