In this place of being with celestial pride Stands a monument of eternal sin Devoted to our false perception Of what awaits beyond the gates of doom All hell breaks free
The dead stand up from their grave They slaughter the living and feast on their flesh
And above the ocean of rotting corpses I shall place my blackened throne The disciple of the false creator To rule this endless night
Veins of thorn break through the wasted soil Sky collapses beneath dark veils As the world fades into decay
In this place of ruin now the shadows dwell Stained by the plague of immortality They are addicted to absorption Of the dying pitiful one
