Look unto the days of warning

A night that the sky is burning

When stars collide

Pure mathematical perfection

Ancient pain feeds resurrection

When stars collide



Forged in flames, sacred fire

Born in eastern sands of guile



Born is he, ten millennia

After the Clouding of man

Sincerest veneration

For he that vindicates the end of man

Sworn are we, ten millennia

After the Clouding of man

Unleash abomination

As we accelerate the end of man