Dawn Of The Apocalypse

Abbadon, by craft of extinction draping the altruist light
 Ever- burning the splintered conscious
 Cleansing the sickened and the trite
 Azazel, by craft of contention forging our dread medium
 Ever- killing all the slaving dogma
 Rousing the timeless Elysium
 Human abasement a viral sacrament
 A world in ruin, diseases heaven sent
 This is the dawning of our discontent
 Purification; the passion and intent
 Glorious Satan, the icon now ascends
 For this is the dawning of our discontent
 Dawn of the Apocalypse
 We, the strong
 We, the conquerors
 We are dominance
 We are Legion
 Tiamat, by craft of malevolence granting our inspiration
 Ever- noble in her violence
 Scourging into completion
 Fenriz, by craft of nature crushing the obstinate worm
 Ever- hungry for the twilight
 Lead us into victory
 Dawn of the Apocalypse