In the circle of fire, under a bleeding moon

Disciples of the pyre, harbingers of doom

By the scythe of genocide, by the blade of suffering

Through the gate of innocence, runs a tide of pain

Compassion dies and falls in the sign of the morning

star

Dominions of the underworld, defilers from below

Come a thousand fallen souls, come a thousand deaths

Come the endtime's chilling winds, night of the

possessed

Metamorphosis malign, the serpent clasps its jaws

Cometh the endtime divine, damnation, hate and war

Metamorphosis malign, an omen carved in stone

Cometh the endtime divine, infernal reigns were born

Plague bearing winds of reprisal, sweeps upon the world

Extinguishing rains of Pazuzu, in sickness all will

fall

Annihilating sword of oblivion, engulfs the land

forlorn

Devastating axe of damnation, beheading the newborn

Endtime divine, reaper of the skies

Endtime divine, bearer of the light

Endtime divine, harbinger of pain

Endtime divine, born of hell to reign

Raped lies the land of the genesis, torn lies the lamb

of god

Dead lies the patrons of innocence, forgotten and never

reborn

Stained lies the soil of Jerusalem, burnt lies the land

of whore

Wet by the blood of the righteous, charred by the

flames of old