The continual fighting of men and their gods, brings ruin and fire, civilization will fall
Indirectly aware of the presence of idols
Destroying foundations from whence they were born
Scrutiny from Annunaki
Wicked are beings of this world
Overwhelmed by waters of pestilence,
Man withers away from the throne of the earth
Praise of worldly pleasures, of which are less than aught
Mundane objects of material earth,
Greed fuels your treacherous thoughts
Cosmic truth, are men blind to
Ignorant of a greater purpose
The universe shows no mercy
We are lesser than nothing
Crumbling towers
Shifting stars
Let the waters pestilence wash over thee
Those blind and sloth
Selfish and careless finite beings of insignificance
Rise from abyss, tower of flames
Pierce the heavens, open the gates
Nothing is man, Nothing are we
Nothing is all, And all we'll ever be
Scabbards piercing the hearts of men
Slaughtered dogs, bleed for the gods
Weaving fate of the treacherous
Sing the serpents song to the sky
Gods once watching, protectors of truth
Now slumber, man abandoned
Chaos incarnate, weapons of malice
Life dissipates from the world of light
Places of calling high in the mountains
Pits of mayhem, beneath the sea
INVOCATIONS OF THE FOUR GATES
FROM HANDS OF MEN I USE MY BLADE
I am one with the stars and the void
Forged from dust and fire I writhe
The flaming torrent consumes thee
Eternal torment awaits me
Crumbling towers
Shifting stars
Let the waters pestilence wash over thee
Those blind and sloth
Selfish and careless finite beings of insignificance
Rise from abyss, tower of flames
Pierce the heavens, open the gates
Nothing is man, Nothing are we
Nothing is all, And all we'll ever be