Moaning prophetic fear
  A rising tide bears terror
  Birthrise of the graven image

  Fetid the night air
  The stillbirth was not...
  In the graveyard faith
  Hell-born cloven hoof made flesh

  I have seen the signs...
  Famine, fire and plague.

  Unhorned as of yet
  But still (it) commands
  The final conquest of peace
  And lightning prays...

  Mortals terror has now spread
  Crest riding the winds of war
  Hopelessnenss rapes in its wake
  Birthrise of the graven image

  I have seen the sighs...
  Famine, fire and plague.

  Unbroken ground in the boneyard
  Lightning purifies in strike
  Fire consecrates the rest
  Birthrise of the graven image

  Black clouds bury the dead sun
  (as the) moon takes its rightful place
  Dawn and morning are nevermore
  Earth Bows to its new master
  I have seen the signs...
  These new horns need to crown

  Birthrise