Praise the Old One
Burn their temples
Defile Their Icons
For he has Awakened
We must Desecrate
Behold
By the will of Our savior
We must desecrate
This is their penance
For the deviants are legion
There is no god but the Hidden One
For He hath taken root in our bodies
A ravenous deity and His starving multitude
Its influence is spreading
Unceasing and eternal
Crimson waves crashing upon the shores
Flooding streets with death and depravity
A century of deluge
A sacrilegious bloodthirst
Show us the path of those who earned His fury
Show us the path of those who went astray
Our rageful voices were banished then
Now they are everlasting
The sky turned dark with the ash of their burning sins
Sunless they'll remain
Drink their boiling blood
Searing flesh and deformed voices
The dissenter will perish
Cleansed through suffering
Praise the Old One
Behead their false prophets
They spew blasphemies
Hollow words for a false god
Choking on their own ignorance
We will drag their remains
Stone their progenies
The soiled earth will reject their dead
Desecrate
Their heads will bow
(In His presence)
Their knees will bend
(He is absolute)
The weak shall serve
(For aeons to come)
Praise the Old One
Burn their temples
Defile their Icons
For He has awakened
We must desecrate
Behold
For He has awakened
We must desecrate