Conjurers of the old abyss

Mystified the distant serpent’s hiss

A spark of life into imagined forms

A spark of faith and a lie is born



Death to the immortal realm

False truths propagate fear

Death to all religion now

And the fools who can’t see through the clear

Death to all those who confound

And regress our people as a whole

Death upon this bloodied ground

Sever the hand of His stranglehold



Dark creations from ailing brains

Fiends of falsehood that cannot ascertain

Truth from logic in modern times

Cut the baggage of this profound lie



Only the truth will survive



Death is raining down from the abysmal clouds

Of their minds

Give the apocalypse to the believers now

It’s about damn time



There’s no life in your false creator



Believers of the lie refuse to see the gain

With their eyes

Slaves lying motionless in broken, bloody chains

It’s their own demise



There’s no truth at all in dark creations