Rise into the elder world

The burning purgatory

Deadly cosmic terror

The lowest dephts of hell

I signed the book of blood

By will now that's a fact

Marked by the numbers

Of predominance

Lead me to the path of perfect celebration

I've been reborn in a world of consumption

Arisen in blasphemy

Mutilation I need

Consume souls eternally

For my torment they will bleed

Realm of darkthrone

Netherworld of doom

Cruel horned spirits

Everlasting ghouls

Flowen from the dephts

Dark horned mutations

Million tied up souls

Infernal slaves of manipulation

Cross the styx

I call on thee

Blind idiot god of chaos

Goat with a thousand young

God of perfection

Cross the styx

Pumping the agony through my veins

As perpetual pleasure it enters my brain

Swallow the lunatics of god's creation

Their tumors create a sacrificial lust

Grime crippled putrescent infants

Melted and fused by demonical abcesses

Reincarnation of perfection

Behind the forbidden sinister gates

Souls drowned in the blood of oblivion

Dragged in the stream of the inflicted access

Zymotic slime of substracted skin

Into d**nation tortured infinity

Cross the styx