Exalt the fury
Bow down to the vice
I take from the sky when the Sun's out of sight
Black eyed force
Cold militia of night
I spit bile at the gospel of lords
Under will in full obscenity
Shackle the nun to the stone of divinity
Spreaded wide will make her realize
Hope is a dish best served cold

Storm forth with the tempests loud
Ill-born sons and daughters sprout
Fiery kin of the abyss bound
Derise now the spawn of the meek
Squander from the fountain of light
Heaven of heavens fall trembling in fright
Temptate take a bite be the sin
And by the dawning of day let the end begin

In atonement with the dead
I ride this blackening hearse
Onwards with sulphurous speed
To the beheading of the godhead

A heartless scorn to the throne
Spare me your light for I burn by my own
Now deliver me to the murky depths
Into the pit of the inclement
See my horns grow so miraculously
And with every step down the higher they'll be
Inglorious and defiled I bestow
My purest gold my shadowing soul

Storm forth with the tempests loud
Ill-born sons and daughters sprout
Fiery kin of the abyss bound
Derise now the spawn of the meek
Squander from the fountain of light
Heaven of heavens fall trembling in fright
Temptate take a bite be the sin
And by the dawning of day let the end begin

In atonement with the dead
I ride this blackening hearse
Onwards, with sulphurous speed
To the beheading of the godhead

In atonement with the dead
I ride this blackening hearse
Onwards with sulphurous speed
To the beheading of the godhead
With every step below
The higher horns will grow
And in the blood of my hands bathes the godhead

With every step below
The higher horns will grow
And in the blood of my hands bathes the godhead