In Legions, I Am Wars Of Wrath

The bellows breath
 Fueling the fire of wrath
 Spoken in a tongue only embraced by cast out gods
 Thrown from the heavens like discharged light
 A thousand year exile beneath this sulfur cage
 Prying open the cranial vault for this source of passage
 Utter the incantations of this vile onslaught
 Spinning webs up to the stars for insurrection
 Inviting this disaster to the gardens of Eden
 Sink these teeth of blasphemy into the skin of faith
 As weakness devours this broken intellect
 White eyes grasp white fires and the black shadow of death
 Reborn through frenzied tasks to sacrifice the hung words of Judas
 Upon a throne of suffering with visions of hateful awakening
 Permit these words of hell to be written among the upper regions
 Lies! Lies!
 Swallowing the poison in which to despise
 Journey through this mental torture
 Filled with hate in veins of this desire
 Rise! Rise!
 Through this inquisition of the storm of bane
 Sorcery of intellect to enslave these virgin minds
 These godless wounds shall bring the skies below the earth
 Reaching forth from the judgment in his wicked defiance
 In legions, I am the words of spite and hate
 In legions, I am the wars of wrath
 Tranquil curses in winded swears
 These solid wishes of creations end
 Forewarn in anthem of whispered deaths
 Transcendence defines this sadistic life
 In rage I become the virus, revenge is what is to be bled
 Exhibit of morbid reactions that pave roads
 With the slain remains of the dead
 Resurface the bones from these mental
 Chambers of this secret abyss
 Heaving the words that will open
 The gates of this vengeance