Spawn of the shifting netherworld
Ancient ma** of blackened will
Incarnate of filth
It's touch; consuming
To fill the body with evil
To fill the body with cold
How I desire the touch of nothingness
To erase me from all that exists
To free me from all being
How I desire to hear the squirming of its parasites
To feel the sharpened feathers lacerating my skin
Awaken the beings that speak with the dead
It is a grand process of undivine kinship
Titans walk in the place of birth
Ancient ma** of blackened will
Incarnate of filth
Praise the beast!
I'll fast for 40 nights
Spill my blood, altar prepared
A feast of carnage