The night calls

As the evening light fades

Cast your shadow

And cover this earth

Bury the surface

And possess the nights dark

Come forth, put spells on my thoughts



I am the master of decease

I am the pain that grows within your soul

I am this world's Doom Maker



From another world

He arises from the ruins

Which will be their graves

Spawn of Satan

Gather as one

And set this world in flames



We are the seeds of fire

Spreading in the wind

Masters of your sorrow

And now, we will bring you down



We are the masters of decease

We are the pain that grows within your soul

We are this world's Doom Maker





("The Pagan Prosperity")