Southeast from the palace of god Amongs the
fire torrid wastelands of Sheol Where the
tower of Baphomet stands Sorrounded by the
oceans of insanity and terror Obscure and
cruel messages Tormenting spiritual
radiation Causing the legions of the Dead to
arise And have the power over the
living
Fallen cradle to crack the Earth
open I call to Thee! I kneel to Thee! Heed
my prayers mighty One Invocate from the bowels
of nailed messiah Rise to flare out with
darkness The One wear the Serpent's
crown The one wear the Serpent's crown Rise
to flare out of dark Followers of the primeval
sin dogma Burning in ashes piece by
piece Suicide is the best way to stay
alive In the time of no time Age of
mourning has come The conquest is granted when
the black Sun shines When you awake the Earth
ends in fire