Southeast from the palace of god
   Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol
   Where the tower of Baphomet stands
   Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and terror
   Obscure and cruel messages
   Tormenting spiritual radiation
   Causing the legions of the Dead to arise
   And have the power over the living
  
   Fallen cradle to crack the Earth open
   I call to Thee! I kneel to Thee!
   Heed my prayers mighty One
   Invocate from the bowels of nailed messiah
   Rise to flare out with darkness
   The One wear the Serpent's crown
   The one wear the Serpent's crown
   Rise to flare out of dark
   Followers of the primeval sin dogma
   Burning in ashes piece by piece
   Suicide is the best way to stay alive
   In the time of no time
   Age of mourning has come
   The conquest is granted when the black Sun shines
   When you awake the Earth ends in fire