| The purile form the weakened mind |
| The pools that linger in our wake |
| Compelled to act, yet not to think |
| These are the lambs that will surely fall |
| Borne out of fire, a new regime |
| A beacon for the ancient gods |
| Their empire crumbled into ash |
| Let ignorance reign no more |
| Unto the glory of the stars |
| We hail the night sky |
| Gathered beneath |
| We seal the pact and bring it’s chaos |
| The nothing within |
| Breeds darkness without |
| Consorting with hatred |
| The furious winds of Belial’s bond |
| From which there is no escape |
| The atrophy of mankind |
| Degenerated into drones |
| Chasing illusions of any worth |
| To worship shadows is to live for naught |
| To Belial the pariahs turn |
| To the fiends of darkness' throne |
| A covenant born out of the grave |
| Our blood shall wash away their kind |
| And now you see this life before thee |
| Is but a detour to illusion |
| The love they preach is but a weakness |
| To sate the mind-fields which they sow |
| As they scream into eternity |
| The blades of wisdom carve their flesh |
| A fate procured through idle minds |
| And now you see this life |
| Before thee |
| Is but a detour into illusion |
| The love that their preach is but a weakness |
| To sate the mind-fields which they sow |
| As they scream into eternity |
| The blades of wisdom carve their flesh |
| A fate procured through idle minds |
| And nothing will remember them. |