Fierce as wolves with an earthly lust to destroy   Raging in our hate, lost souls of black   Blind shadows in the eyes of the one with horns   For these eyes have seen a thousand distant eternities   Bestial eyes, bestial lust   I am demon beast, soul of ice, so cold...   Father of the dark, fallen are the souls we have gathered   Lost like the light of a dying sun   But spiritless they lay beneath the tombs   Spiritless souls in ritual rite   Curse the light of creation with blight   Oh, we are the sons of wrath   And have traveled through an endless void   And sat upon the throne of remains   Of six hundred and sixty six disciples   Beneath the cryptic tombs