Into the.Wood&ef dripping Blood
Storms are calling for a Gather in Mouldraz
armed with Hate wrapped into Flesh
welcome the Bastards of Death

Warm Pieces of Flesh squirt into my Face
Rise and bring me back tothe Bloodlakes
where my disfigure Slaves cry
I will see my execution Place

In a total Moon Eclipse
as she clothed her Veins with Frost
and all the Branches bow
Nightmare carnalized (in her gruesome Hands)

Welcome to my clotted Throne
built of Skin and Bones
hide into my legion Forest

paralysed by echoed Screams
(Blood seeped beneath their Mortality)

At Nights I look upon the Carcass
which fertilizes my hungering Fields
at Nights if I look beyond a Star
seven Moons have risen
to enlighten a total Destruction