Wandering through the mists of time
Amidst the sleeping rift of darkness and desolation, desolation

Eons of unspeakable torment and ecstatic madness
Vast horizons with endless sorrow, suffering
The heavenly father weeping as angels fall from the torn skies
Blood rains from the sky, the rift slowly spreads, propagates in power

Evil incarnate, a beacon of never-ending obscurity
Evil embodied in flesh of obscure and vile purity
Demonical warfare, angels lie dead, piles of them across the plains
Rivers of blood runs deep red, blood of angels falls from the sky

Demonic quintessence lurking in the shadows, evil incarnate, evil incarnate
In the deep murky chasm only darkness dwells, evil incarnate