Beyond the gates of entombmentI feel illuminating creationThe blinding light is eclipsedWith a stench of human cremationAwait the desolationOf the gods in which I'll slayTake away each gasping breathAbort the ones who prayKicking SlashingChoking from aboveIve killed themAccession of the deadThe rotting begins to spreadI have killed them allEclipse the sky with doomIve seen their light Ive spread the nightTo taste once moreAnd they'll beg, and they'll scream to youJudgement. No fate.No Faith, No truth, No life, Just certaintyThe gate burns upon their need for insanityI have become, the one, to kill the sonBearing the weight of the crutch. All lies.Eclipse the sky with doomBeyond the gates of entombmentI feel illuminating creationThe blinding light is eclipsedWith a stench of human cremationA mortal form has begun desecrationI feel (I feel) They kneel (They kneel)This night is mine.