Oh aid us on our path of blood,
To places beyond these darkened eyes.
Gods that once forgot these mortal calls,
Now open an obsidian clad heaven,
And bring forth your abysmal plague.
Like pawns we must be upon a board of bones,
Cut with rippling glass and screaming souls.
Now let us bow before your crude idols,
And open your tenebrous powers to imbue our flesh.
Now we see through mortal eyes,
What a soft and supple world is this.
Let us call down black fire upon innocence,
And renew a reign of fire and eternal woe!