Southeast from the palace of god

Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol

Where the tower of Baphomet stands

Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and terror

Obscure and cruel messages

Tormenting spiritual radiation

Causing the legions of the Dead to arise

And have the power over the living

Fallen cradle to crack the Earth open

I call to Thee! I kneel to Thee!

Heed my prayers mighty One

Invocate from the bowels of nailed messiah

Rise to flare out with darkness

The One wear the Serpent's crown

The one wear the Serpent's crown

Rise to flare out of dark

Followers of the primeval sin dogma

Burning in ashes piece by piece

Suicide is the best way to stay alive

In the time of no time

Age of mourning has come

The conquest is granted when the black Sun shines

When you awake the Earth ends in fire