Vivant Tenebrae

Rise against this dystopian cycle
See the Earth eradicate its last virus
Mortal fever, you are ill
Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness
With no bend I will rise
Against your ignorance
Your own disband making my own future
We are condemned to nothing
The betraying gods
Feasting on their knees upon our graveyards
Those laughing skulls
Unconscious of their end
The seventh morning star
Reflecting its self-made hell
Upon this universal abyss
Here to bring down
The lusty creation
The Gabaa's warrior feasting on their knees
Upon, our graveyards
Lust has come into deep
Black masses invoke to rise the serpent god
Rise against this dystopian cycle
See the Earth eradicate its last virus
Mortal fever, you are ill
Resting minds kneeled to your own blindness
With no bend I will rise
Against your ignorance
Your own disband making my own future
We are condemned to nothing
The betraying gods
Feasting on their knees upon our graveyards
Unleash Primordial Chaos in my human form
Worship and hail the Seal, corrupt the flesh of man
Ora pro Belial, Vivant Tenebrae