Take the town in the dead of night Steal them from their midnight sleep Bring them to the catacombs Their flesh and bone we've come to reap Bind the limbs that flail and thrash Beat the ones who bite and scratch Keep them all in chains of brass To them not a word we speak The empyrean waits for them Their lives have been condemned Their blood an offering, a sign of things to come The first one true communion, a pact unholy union A bargain struck between our lord and his favored son Break the veins that keep the blood in Wash away their wretched lives Speak the words to beckon him Upon the alter they now die The chanting of my thralls grows to fanatic heights Still warm body fluids fill stone carved channels A sanguine sigil slowly forms A foetid wind from nowhere flips worm eat'n pages of the ancient tome The candles die dark laughter echoes all around My bones re-knit new flesh An exchange accepted, a pact sealed A bargain struck, my corrupted soul revealed I am ascending Black flame now guides my blade Seething with ruinous power I am remade The empyrean waits for them Their lives have been condemned Their blood an offering, a sign of things to come The first one true communion, a pact unholy union A bargain struck between our lord and his favored son My servants kneel before me Their judgement ends in death Break the veins that keep the blood in Wash away their wretched lives Speak the words to beckon him Upon the alter they now die They scream their last before me Terror in their bleeding eyes Their fear a heady drought of liquor Laughter soon drowns out their cries I am ascending Black flame now guides my blade Seething with ruinous power I am remade Black flame ascension Ascend to slake my blade My body transmutated In his image made A bestial instinct now guides my twisted flesh Leaving the catacombs I hunt to bring death I travel north through snow bound hills I cross the seas of sand Roads I follow, choked with corpses Blood stained red by mine own hand Black flame ascension Ascend to slake my blade My body transmutated In his image made Undying I'll cleave this world in twain bloodshed incarnate Be my reign Slay through the centuries To burn this world to ash Ageless bloodshed Until the end of time

Put to flame this wretched house of sticks and shame A blasted ruin where it stood We drive the nails into the flesh of pious men Martyrs all before dawns light returns again The church an abatoir in which we cull the flocks Colored glass lacerates the orthodox Writhing maggots ground beneath our boot of steel A bloody spectacle to bring the curs to heel Prostrate with platitudes where burning rafters fell Within this charnel house a vision of hell Unleashed Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades We carve the sigils in the flesh to herald black crusades As burning dead are mourned Your liars god be scorned Our battle standards hung with human pelts by nimble stitch Plead for mercy and you'll find our hearts as black as pitch Desecrated by the violence of our heresies The cries of our sorrow fueling our abyssal revelries As burning dead are mourned Your liar's god be scorned Excise them Baptise them Cleanse them in their blackened blood Infernal Eternal Drown them all in crimson flood This scene a tragic thing now penned in blood and woe We come to Sunday Mass with blade and torch in tow Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades We carve the sigils in the flesh to herald black crusades We drive the nails into the flesh of pious men Martyrs all before dawns light returns again Put to flame this wretched house of sticks and shame A blasted ruin where it stood Exsanguineted by the kiss of singing wicked blades As burning dead are mourned Your liar's god be scorned

Can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves? The keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave And with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name Like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same Rest your head my child Fear not and take my hand Your hourglass is empty Bereft of grain of sand Darkness drawing closer Few defy the fates Labored breathing heavy Oblivion awaits It beckons to me It calls me by my name It drags me from my body Slumped dead in filth and shame Extracted from my mortal vessel It guides me ever onward To gates of somnolence My body disconnected Departing consciousness It questions Can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves? The keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave And with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name Like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same Rest your head my child Fear not and take my hand Your hourglass is empty Bereft of grain of sand Darkness drawing closer Few defy the fates Labored breathing heavy Oblivion awaits A pall of grief enshrouds me I mourn a wasted life Signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife I pass away consigned to morbid fate A shameful ending for which I could not wait Shed for me not your tears Give me to the ground Make me food for star'ved worms beneath the frozen mound I pass away consigned to morbid fate A cruel and shameful ending for which I could not wait I pass away consigned to morbid fate A final resting place to hang my weary head For many years years I've languished ailing in my bed Waiting for the blessed day when I'll finally be dead Rot away consigned to morbid fate Breathing ebbing shallow Skulking death in wait A cruel and shameful ending the hour growing late I pass away enslaved to morbid fate A final resting place to hang my weary head Waiting for the blessed day when I'll finally be dead DEAD! It beckons to me It calls me by my name It drags me from my body Slumped dead in filth and shame It guides me ever onward To gates of somnolence My body disconnected Departing consciousness Shed for me not your tears Give me to the ground Make me food for star'ved worms beneath the frozen mound It guides me ever onward To gates of somnolence My body disconnected Departing consciousness I rot away consigned to morbid fate A final resting place to hang my weary head For many years years I've languished ailing in my bed Waiting for the blessed day when I'll finally be dead Can you hear the music of the spheres as your last breath leaves? The keening voices wailing sorrow as your airways heave And with one last exhalation you curse my whispered name Like the droves of fools before you that died all just the same Rest your head my child Fear not and take my hand Your hourglass is empty Bereft of grain of sand Darkness drawing closer Few defy the fates Your labored breathing heavy Oblivion awaits A pall of grief enshrouds me I mourn a wasted life Signifying nothing ended by mercy's knife A final resting place to hang my weary head Waiting for the blessed day when I'll finally be dead I'LL FINALLY BE DEAD