Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly fecundation And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness For the fifth inquisitor has arrived Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book And tear down the voice of the mighty one As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads