Solstice winds at twilight  Moaning prophetic fear  A rising tide bears terror  Birthrise of the graven image    Fetid the night air  The stillbirth was not...  In the graveyard faith  Hell-born cloven hoof made flesh    I have seen the signs...  Famine, fire and plague.    Unhorned as of yet  But still (it) commands  The final conquest of peace  And lightning prays...    Mortals terror has now spread  Crest riding the winds of war  Hopelessnenss rapes in its wake  Birthrise of the graven image    I have seen the sighs...  Famine, fire and plague.    Unbroken ground in the boneyard  Lightning purifies in strike  Fire consecrates the rest  Birthrise of the graven image    Black clouds bury the dead sun  (as the) moon takes its rightful place  Dawn and morning are nevermore  Earth Bows to its new master  I have seen the signs...  These new horns need to crown    Birthrise!