Hellish torments shut off the compassionate feeling
Unknowing people
Wake up in the dawn without light
The faith is sealed by the shadows, repudiate, cast away
The sky turns red, creator
Give your command and enchant us with your lies
Heat the iron
The hammer is hit on the anvil
The mold is cast
Forging the goat
Angel of damnation
Come and spit on the purity of god
Lord of diseases
Guide us to the underworld
A journey without return is the result of the very last war
Transported on boats by diabolicle winds
The mask is turned off. A force that never existed
Today is despair. Slaves. We have arrived at the temple of oblivion