Discipline Through Black Sorcery

Through fire, through water
 Through temples carved of stone
 My quest for dark solitude
 Beyond the realms of men
 From the highest astral pulpit
 To the subterranean vaults
 I piss on the graves of billions
 I mock, and rise again
 This gift of frozen ashes
 The blessings of the noose
 These treasures I bestow upon thee
 Ye fools of a cursed line
 My scorn shall ye receive
 Poison in the hearts of men
 Tormenting all with pestilence
 And plagues until the end
 From far beyond the twilight realm
 I call this evil forth
 Malignant forms of holy dark
 Attack at my command
 Rise, rise
 From the abyss to cover the world in chaos
 Rise, rise
 With iron scythes this world defiled
 No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved
 Thundering hearts, swollen black in night graves
 Nightfall comes roaring on the shadowed wings of death
 Under skies lit by primordial fires
 Luciferian magick, this holy burning pyre
 Plundering chaos will strip the fabric of reality
 I am the lord and master of this ancient source of fear
 Cold, dark blood in my veins
 Rise, rise
 From the abyss to cover the world in darkness
 Rise, rise
 With iron scythes this flesh defiled
 No mercy, no redemption, no paradise saved
 Thundering hearts, swollen black in night graves
 Through starlight and corpselight these rabid wills come forth
 To dissolve this world with unholy night-force