Descendants of this burning world align No longer will this yearning persist For my craving yields a path of future endeavours The gates of hell arise as they welcome their sons Blessed be the dark through which I burn The souls of the righteous reborn My hand to them forever shall feed Docile the fever The night is growing near, prepare the feast Cursed be the light from which I hide Once sought of is a burden to all Prospective militant repercussions Instantiate complete and utter slaughter No mercy for all Break their will and dissolve their lies Wield sudden terror upon their lives The very earth will shake beneath us Our will be done, the cursed rise This pure extinction An orchestration of madness Invested in the centuries The gods shalt our promise endure This faithful sacrifice An eternity of blood Descendants of this burning world align No longer will this yearning persist For my craving yields a path of future endeavours The gates of hell arise as they welcome their sons Blessed be the dark through which I burn The souls of the righteous reborn My hand to them forever shall feed Docile the fever The night is growing near, prepare the feast
docile, endeavour, persist, descendant, align