Show me the face of uttermost madness
 
 Reveal the mystery of time reversed
 
 For in chaos lies mights forgotten
 
 From which we all have emerged
 
  
  Crawling from wombs a vast reflection
 
 A rupturing from deformed flesh
 
 Yet a false revelation, a pointless effort
 
 For the truth of al life is Death
  
 
 For your bodies form a giant shape
 
 That cast shadows across all lands
 
 Filled with the greatest of emptyness
 
 Falling as it stands
 
 A crucifix of flesh and bones
 
 Lifeless, yet trembling in fear
 
 For as sulphurflames are it's consious
 
 And the smothering is near
  
 
 Emptyness spawn, pale stillborn breed
 
 Blinded at birth and forever to be
 
 His tusks pierced through eyelids and tounge
 
 Not even Death can set you free
 
 Sense the smell of burning flesh
  
 
 A Titanic symbol of death's overture
 
 Impaled on behorned pain
 
 The limb crucifix, built on remains
 
 Of the cursed breed of Cain
 
 It cries and it suffers, burning within
 
 Reaching towards the sky
 
 Anguish shaped by bloodstained flesh
 
 A shadow of Satan, longing to die