We sail the seas, of negativity   to banish kindness from this place   (Sans scruples, sans humility)      To behold the fierceness of wolves   assailing ye saints thoroughly   (Sans love, sans compassion)      To behold the wails of thine in affright   whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts   (Sans warmth, sans pity)      To behold a world, darkly astir   rising in madness and mystery   (sans light, sans life)      Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie   Than to tremble amidst, this old memory?   Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold!   Tis the rise of satanic divinity...      Oh we rejoice at the destruction   of all ye have ever lived for...      Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall   Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath   (tis the voices from the past)      Aye we can not mourn, for   never morrow shall dawn   World without end...