...And into the corners of what is known and in order You shall carry my voice To awaken the Watery Serpent of Chaos To swallow this world For I am Death...
Disturbed in it's holy peace Life taken from Death Blood that is stirred in to butter An image turned hostile Shatter this mirror from which it mocks Thee
Misgrown diversity Flaunting perversity Vain existence where existence is Naught
Godless adversity Broken Unity Dividing the None into One And the One into countless numbers
Slay them...
A countenance deformed, the grinning enemy Waiting but to die The None wants you back For you are of me, and I am Death...
Aeons in perpetual rape and lament Receive my deliverance Welcome my redemption For I am joy, I am Death...
