They spoke of flames and infamy when spoke of where thou shalt be   Toward infernal dominion   Toward a voice saying, speaking of the plague that shalt be thrown   What is drawn to see?   The hooven throne that calls to thee of the ground that bred defeat   It said and shall be done   The past was sworn to lies   The children have come from wence the lamb burrowed the ground to bleed   It is said and shall be done   Dark hands part the sky   Upon the ground a lamb hath died   Contempt from the earth of a crown that bestowed all shame   Darkened hand bleeding contempt   The seared, blessed, left hand path embraced   In cold blood, the earth finds a new rebirth   Children cry, purified   Our will is done   Toward endless darkness   Toward infinite damnation   Toward infernal dominion   Forever seen mires of hell   It is done, our will is done