Beherit opens his eyes
The day turns into red night
Rotten skin and broken bones
Will be healed in the ritual (of sacrifice)

No matter how many die
Power is the only thing that matters
Ambition becomes to treason
When the mark is on your neck

Betray your brothers
To get infinite power
Offer us their flesh
As food for the gods

The hand of God
Is now complete
Blood rises
The fifth finger is
The archangel of death
And this is the ceremony
To ascend him to hell