Satan, Abyssic Lord
We channel your forces of wrath
And deliver upon your altar
The rotting copse of Abel

And let them fall into darkness
There we lie waiting with hungry blades
Beware false gods, who
Beckon the weakness of man
Shall lie, broken and burned

And by Promethean fire
Arise Promethean war

Shall ye dare come upon us
And walk on dangerous ground
Beware the will of the master
Is the heart of death

Of fucking death