The purile form the weakened mind
The pools that linger in our wake
Compelled to act, yet not to think

These are the lambs that will surely fall

Borne out of fire, a new regime

A beacon for the ancient gods
Their empire crumbled into ash
Let ignorance reign no more


Unto the glory of the stars
We hail the night sky

Gathered beneath
We seal the pact and bring it's chaos


The nothing within
Breeds darkness without
Consorting with hatred

The furious winds of Belial's bond
From which there is no escape


The atrophy of mankind
Degenerated into drones
Chasing illusions of any worth

To worship shadows is to live for naught

To Belial the pariahs turn

To the fiends of darkness' throne
A covenant born out of the grave
Our blood shall wash away their kind


And now you see this life before thee
Is but a detour to illusion

The love they preach is but a weakness
To sate the mind-fields which they sow


As they scream into eternity
The blades of wisdom carve their flesh
A fate procured through idle minds


And now you see this life
Before thee

Is but a detour into illusion
The love that their preach is but a weakness
To sate the mind-fields which they sow


As they scream into eternity
The blades of wisdom carve their flesh

A fate procured through idle minds
And nothing will remember them.