Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy   Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations   The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens   Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless      Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door   Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan      Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness   And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations   The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime   Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh      Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle   I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past   Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly fecundation   And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness   For the fifth inquisitor has arrived      Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague   And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel   Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows   To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones      Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b   From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat   In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit   Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain      Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns   Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea   Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation   The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us      Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book   And tear down the voice of the mighty one   As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb   And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons   They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads