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