From the brightest of flaymes,
 and burning through black winds,
 From beyond spheres of void
 Cometh the apostate king

 Avenger of the once fallen,
 From the mountains of myghte
 To the bottomless pit
 Return in the age of the end of all ages
 Destroy worthless matter, bring back your
 Great lyghte

 Terror from Nadir, unfathomable depths
 Warriors come forth in Lorde Antichrist's wayke!
 Who sith upon the holy see by mid-nyghte's power
 Ruin man-kynde with temptation, lust and greed

 Eskatonick revelation,
 Fear in the hearts of angels,
 Resurrection of the horns
 The conquerer approaching
 The pearly gates at dawn,
 Lyghtening in the reddened skye,
 Sweet Luzifer, our serpent prince!

[Chorus:]
 Thus thou shalt sin and thou shalt kill
 Royall death - justifier - offering
 Thus thou shalt kill and thou shalt sin
 All these things of truth spake Satan
 Unto them...

 The precious blood of the lamb:
 Remember his blood each Lord's Day
 A new death each mid-nyghte beginneth
 The holynesse of God demandeth that sin

 Eucharist liturgy of the reverse
 Covenant meaning-less once for all
 Infected spirits yelling woe
 Corpse of cunt Mary, on
 Black bleeding stone

Chorus:
 Perfeckt sacrifice on earth
 Devourment of the most holy-one(s)
 Advent of adversary,
 Mighty prince, thy throne is won

 Searching in the darknesse
 Frenzy of colde boiling blood
 Dead-eyes that invite so shamelessly
 Nyghte-trap, my longing
 For glorious ruine...
 Master!
 I am here,
 I respond to thy call...
 King!!!
 Leave me to fall in thy frozen domayne
 Nekromantick sodomy,
 Dreamscapes of hate, payne
 Alter to reality

 He shall rule for thousands of years
 Multiplying paynes and fears
 Heark the guardian angels sing,
 Herald trumpets burst yer ears

 Accomplished may be the infernall
 Service of the threefold (and) mighty
 Now the world is done
 and as thou sew, so hast thou reaped...

 Lord, We Await Thy Command!

 Power of death's spell
 Unholy bloodstorm unleashed
 Kingdome of darknesse rising,
 Out of his unknown domayne
 Behold the black messiah

 Through ancient lore
 We conjure their return:
 Masters of wind and of fyre!
 Miracles of the great realm,
 Luzifer's splendour and wonders...

 Spiritus rector in colde funereal's bloode
 and obscure fyre elementall!
 Lord, stake your claim, come and stryke,
 Take the crown of empyreaan
 Emeralde -- fyre.