Aeons born through the prismatic chaos, the path turns in circles around the void Eternal renewal of the border we seek, sorrow bore whore, we create
Blasting the gates to the four defiled streams Columns of bodies, smoke and ashes, screams of torment Engines stroke with bodies, spiked wheels spit
God, reversal reverence Here among the ashes of this world's morality, assembled from filth the rats become lords A council of foul gods in filth we
I am the creeping chaos, rampant toward every life form The devourer of universes raging inside my bowels Planets are led astray behind me Entire worlds
from the womb engraved reeking putrid semen elevation toward the light The limpid blood of the surrounding stream frees the lumbs enforced with filth
The black procession's inexorable strides into the void The dark, endless void... So step into the void Orgiastic mass of the fallen ones liturgical
stands and claims the rights of the flesh Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past Praying
Believe my lies... Scream! Babylon, reaching God falling now to the ground Men bristle upon the earth... hate and fear, God divides... (Words become
