My longing seed sent out indeed
Placing a darkened cancer in their head
A wondrous feather falling bittersweet
Marked momentum where it all began to shed
Arrival of delusion
The mark of heresy
The arrival of delusion
The mark of heresy
Their silent screams echoing in my flesh
A pleasure just a god creates
Sinistral deeds creeping in their houses
As a tongue leaches out to burst them
Falling in depravity, a mouth full of ashes
Twisted souls to carry my infections
Million souls falling into circle movements
Following like moths drawn to the flame
As the shadows deepen, murmurs in the gloom
Reign of illusion, spreading darkest bloom
Kronos, the usurper, now claims the throne
Echoes of anguish, chorus of the woe
The rumours of the lord proliferate like worm rots
Crippling through minds like unexpected potency
Virtues of black death maimed gods
Collecting skulls for the throne of eternity
Arrival of delusion
The mark of heresy
The arrival of delusion
The mark of heresy