Treasures old as time and world Dormant fire, buried in mortality Tongues of blood in sleep unfurl Secret whispers underneath reality Like rivulets that join and swell Into deluge's monstrous wall Faintest thoughts in deepest hell Feel remembrance, feed the call Tortured flesh in death's embrace Tortured minds fallen from grace Intone an angel - devouring requiem The gates will fall No force can stall No sword can harm No god can break A power beyond creation No light can scathe No prayer can calm No eyes can bear The lord of all damnation The throne will rot in pious blood The power and the glory will return To those who deserve To those who don't serve Those upright and proud In the godless garden Of the lord of lords