Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Here the days of slumber end I beckon the night to live and overcome the fear Come sin, come shame congregation of contempt I bid you welcome to the pyre Will our objective truths withstand this affliction? I venture Let it all come down! The deafening sound of trumpets roar in celebration of impending chaos This is not terror, this is not war Beyond repentance this is the call of the abyss As deep cuts of truth as a fire that closes the wound so is my redemption Beyond repentance this is the ordeal of fire Come suffering, Apocalypse Release the fires of Hell I call upon destruction and despair Not for vengeance Not for power Beneath the ashes I walk