Abbadon, by craft of extinction draping the altruist light

Ever- burning the  splintered conscious

Cleansing the sickened and the trite

Azazel, by craft of contention forging our dread medium

Ever- killing all the slaving dogma

Rousing the timeless Elysium

Human abasement a viral sacrament

A world in ruin, diseases heaven sent

This is the dawning of our discontent

Purification; the passion and intent

Glorious Satan, the icon now ascends

For this is the dawning of our discontent



Dawn of the Apocalypse

We, the strong

We, the conquerors

We are dominance

We are Legion

Tiamat, by craft of malevolence granting our inspiration

Ever- noble in her violence

Scourging into completion

Fenriz, by craft of nature crushing the obstinate worm

Ever- hungry for the twilight

Lead us into victory

Dawn of the Apocalypse