And the darklord found a place
Ont he fields where none have returned
Where all the twisted gods lie...

There, where it's obeisance feel in the oblivion
Like our tears of painwrath striken on this path
There, burning bleed my unholy wardeath

Screaming ancient incantations...

And when the ovloguy defiles

Thy ovnoxious souls
It's evil omen will be
Dungeon and sore

Perhaps very soon
The gloominess shall draggle itself death
Throughout those endless weepings

Into the shades
To wield the deepest scepter
Prone upon woerot...

Thy dark doom, black evil and death
For woerot only
Hail Death!

Ave Dusk Woerot!!

As I snear my darkblood

Upon the wirdsword
Throughout the gates
Into the immortality tortured moon

Thus the faithnized victims
Of the lair of suffering
Those who have imprisoned

Their infernal torment
By their own demise


They will must inflict this doomed shrine
Entangled in my sores
And when all my screams

Turn unheard to the death
Maybe your blasphmey falls slowly
On woerot's scepter

Buried inside the most dismal coffin
Where the existence crawls it's throe
Under thorns, to lament this condemn

Warriors of pain and darkness
Hail Death
Ave Dusk Woerot!