Abbadon, by craft of extinction draping the altruist light Ever- burning the splintered conscious Cleansing the sickened and the trite Azazel, by craft of contention forging our dread medium Ever- k**ing all the slaving dogma Rousing the timeless Elysium Human abasement a viral sacrament A world in ruin, diseases heaven sent This is the dawning of our discontent Purification; the pa**ion and intent Glorious Satan, the icon now ascends For this is the dawning of our discontent Dawn of the Apocalypse We, the strong We, the conquerors We are dominance We are Legion Tiamat, by craft of malevolence granting our inspiration Ever- noble in her violence Scourging into completion Fenriz, by craft of nature crushing the obstinate worm Ever- hungry for the twilight Lead us into victory Dawn of the Apocalypse