The sons of the harbinger gods

Bred to know, not revere, nor submit

Through the dust they will shine with a sparkle of light

To rip the leash of flesh



Deceits of the worms of denial

They shall clean, no remorse to the end

All the traces of this venomous, degenerate sin

To lead the newborn king



Forward

I can see the red flag

Bathed in warm blood of defeat

I shall mold all the crowns

Into a scepter of ungodly delight



Dominus daemonius

Duce nos ultra nos

To the word of Akatosh

To the peak of absolute

Dominus daemonius

Duce nos ultra nos

Breathe the sun of Tiferet

Hear the sounds of Anahata



Feel the winds as they eat at your flesh

To perceive what is real, what is fear

Through the blades you shall pass and devour your heart

To free the chained god



Your throne shall be tainted with rust

This new creed will bereave the last sin

To the ultimate mean of reversing the cross

To lead the newborn king



Forward

I can see the red flag

Bathed in warm blood of defeat

I shall mold all the crowns

Into a scepter of ungodly delight



Dominus daemonius

Duce nos ultra nos

To the word of Akatosh

To the peak of absolute

Dominus daemonius

Duce nos ultra nos

Breathe the sun of Tiferet

Hear the sounds of Anahata