Crush this crumbling shell of man

Break the seal of this dog earth

Enrage the dormant monger of war

Scourge and burn, no term of grace


I survey the cursing plague wall

I wear scars of war ignition

I am he who eats the time thrall

I shall doom the gods with famine pulse


Weaving skin of wreckage and decay

Through engulfing duskfall dementia

Passed the gates and to the death

Below the earth and to the heart

Graven be the signs, wicked be the ways


Chronic soulside sickness

Flesh that's born and raised for slaughter

Dead of winter, dead of night

All the world, pray unto me