Voracious ritual of our discontent Flames now ignited in black urns Altars of flesh stand before us at Gehenna The moon carves a path for our souls to learn Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep Demonic land, the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep Ultimate soil of suffering, repugnant hellhole Smoke casting black shadows of burning souls Immortality, flesh suppressed our entities Prepare to burn with the flock, congregate for Moloch With the carven's symbol now drawn And the ashclouds obscuring the light of dawn Waiting for holy victims to be lured To cut and burn them, all trace obscured Carnivorous strike of the knife! Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep Demonic land the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep For the blood is victory, Satanic allegory Portal to eternal life, it opens! Stoke a fire, sever a victim Form a cauldron with your desires Fill the darkness with hateful remains Watch the flesh turn to mire Psychotic aura attracts the smoke With nocturnal strength you continue to stoke Time to seek, to excoriate No longer shall we lie in wait Commence the hunt for tender flesh Bring to our control, their charred d**h! The light of dawn bears a scorn, we must escape Retreat to a dark where the cross is marked, place of disdain Immortal carnivores of hell we've become once again The knife bears the gleams of the victims eternal pain Cleansing ourselves with the very art That reduced us to our impure state Seeking liquids their purity breeds Lust for mortal flesh it will satiate