Crush horizon, choke the lifeblood

Cold blackened heritage of death

The age of the forceful fist

And an evil deaths desire


Tritons son by blood

Caesar of the pale moon carrion

Blessed be the ruler

The slayer of the brazen morning


Whores flock below

Under these bonchard killing hands

Faces smeared in semen

Bodies cold lay broken


Generations burnt full of marks

The sores of the masters iron

Crawling slow like poison through veins

Dying dark, molested cursed


Through the black ash he sees clearly

Over the rolling hills of murder

The stench of Satan's minions rots the flesh


Soil diseased

Plague ridden shallow graves

Empire built on petrified bones

Dark destroyers upon charcoal thrones


Spirit Jesus torn from the soul

Violence spawned from the cruelest tyrant