Overthrown on this funeral night,  Entranced were the statues bleeding eyes  Supreme in the absence of soul  it is you I loathe to conjure    Renounce thy sacrilege to nature,  Domineering hordes have plundered,  This futile plain known as paradise    Infernus you speak as the oracle, Lurid  desecration’s smother their torches gleam.  Purification with the elements reveals  ones destiny, threw flesh yearn  the portals black embrace,  Consecration is the lure of existence.    Till dusk of the spectral sleep  The sign of Akrabu looms sepulchral calm,  of all that fled the upper worlds, chained  forever in the sea below the seas,  Consecration is the scorn of resurrection...