As I trudge through the grim place of storms
The path where crave for blasphemy burns
Darkness filled with blackened moonlight
Captures and convulses my sight
The temple's filled with witching light
Perpetuated spellbound controlling my mind
Blackened remain my vision
throughout eternity
The storms reign here devouring
my defidency
My lust for almighty lands arise my brutal commands
My proselytizing strength shall ruin His kingdom
Skies have turned blood red
To exterminate god's realms
Atheism shall be portrayed
Divination desecrated
Summoning the power of evil and crave for lust
Thou shalt obey my commands follow my epics
In the gruesome darkness and the creeping shadows
Thou shalt not provoke filthy, profane spells
Proclivator has arrived, no procrastination
Thou shalt not dither accept the demolition
My instinctual supremacy cannot be controlled
Thou shalt not betray death must be adored
Skies have turned blood red
To exterminate god's realms
Atheism shall be portrayed
Divination desecrated.