Open the lid of the chest of Man
Let the dreams and nightmares flee
From their tight grasp of hellish enclosure!
Dominate the minions
The underlings of the tombs
We're in war, shape thy sword!
Feed off of hatred and vomit the hateful roar!
We are all doomed
We are all diseased
We are not worthy of such a benefit
As long as Winter still comes
And we ear the silent words of Njord
There will be hunting
Let us then rot, and be diminished
Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Perverted race forged in sulfur
All of this is set
We are all diseased
Covered in scars and scabs