Cult of Death

We stand before thee

The ancient god of death

And we kneel before the pit

The path to your kingdom come

Cast away by the shadows

Now you rule in the deep

True king of the void

Come make us clean

Before the dawn of men

Inside these temple walls

Unholy oaths were sworn

Among the chosen ones

To be held in secrecy

To be held in silence

Until the day would come

For him to arrive

Gathering at the circle

The ritual is soon complete

Eerie rumbling can be heard

It's coming from the world between

Whispering with the unpure tongue

Spoken only by this god

Stronger than the starless aeons

Stronger than the weight of time

We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive

We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn

Consuming dark begins to grow

The hour of coming approaches

The ceremony has proceeded

Everflowing stream has opened

We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive

We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn

Stench of death closing in

He is coming from the deepest depths

Come and seek your might

From the face of this earth

Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant

This wait is soon to be over

As the walls are breeding doom

Thy mighty force of evil

Repulsive yet so pure

As we see them, horns arising

All is covered in black blood

Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming

Bears this one true king

Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant

Our hearts are filled with pride

He is greater than we thought

Strong as the mountainside

Strong as the stormiest sea