Rise against this dystopian cycle
See the earth eradicate its last virus
Mortal fever, you are ill

Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness
With no bend I will rise
Against your ignorance your own disband
Making my own future

We are condemned to nothing
The betraying gods feasting on their knees
Upon our graveyards
Those laughing skulls

Unconscious of their end
The seventh morning star
Reflecting its self-made hell
Upon this universal abyss

Here to bring down the lusty creation
The Gabas warrior feasting on their knees
Upon, our graveyards

Lust has come into deep black masses
Invoke to rise the serpent God
Rise against this dystopian cycle
See the earth eradicate its last virus

Mortal fever, you are ill
Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness
With no bend I will rise against your ignorance
Your own disband making my own future

We are condemned to nothing
The betraying gods feasting on their knees upon our graveyards
Unleash primordial chaos

In my human form
Worship and hail the seal
Corrupt the flesh of man
Ora pro Belial
Vivant tenebrae!