Abbadon, by craft of extinction draping the altruist light   Ever- burning the splintered conscious   Cleansing the sickened and the trite   Azazel, by craft of contention forging our dread medium   Ever- killing all the slaving dogma   Rousing the timeless Elysium   Human abasement a viral sacrament   A world in ruin, diseases heaven sent   This is the dawning of our discontent   Purification; the passion and intent   Glorious Satan, the icon now ascends   For this is the dawning of our discontent      Dawn of the Apocalypse   We, the strong   We, the conquerors   We are dominance   We are Legion   Tiamat, by craft of malevolence granting our inspiration   Ever- noble in her violence   Scourging into completion   Fenriz, by craft of nature crushing the obstinate worm   Ever- hungry for the twilight   Lead us into victory   Dawn of the Apocalypse