Rise lords of our curse, anciently banished

Posses the glory of worthy as gods

Sealed in water boiling cold of no faith

From the abyss they sense our pledge



In awe all bowing heads roll

Disfigured, defaced worshipping hate

Skinned follower feeding a deathwish

Soulless dread, they reach their claim



Revealed in waters boiling cold of pure faith

Disfigured, defaced feeding on our hate



But in awe bowing heads roll