Finally the purifying storm   First we die then be reborn   So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die   Many head serpent is here at our side      Wagnerian end the grand finale is here   Awash with red blood rebirth is near   Feel wind of Mayhem against your face   Bugle divine can be heard throughout space      If in the heat of battle you will have doubt   Just kill them all and let their God sort them out   The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep   For when thou wind doth saw then storm thou shall reap      On the final day      The angel heart lies cold Under The Sign   And crimson still the frozen Blood On Ice   Drawn on walls in blood of goats the Octagon   The vagrant souls will chant the Requiem until the Twilight is long gone      Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the facces goddes   Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death   Now the sky is crimson with blood of angels   Kneel before the voice face the anger of God      Day Of wrath