Spells lay daggers before me   Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs   Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain   The tumour grows until the enemy is slain      Slightless storm   Knee-deep in hate I seeth   My purpose here has woken to breath   Total war on the brethren of Men   Millions regardless   Dying by my hand      A Black Age Of Fire   Brief in its vicious eloquence   Removing the dross   Love will arise from the ashes of your loss      Then and only then   Will the pleasure of Eden be mine   And the sinews of life itself will be tied   In the very veins of my bloodline      And your tears taste like wine...      I will rule as a king   And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen   In the glory of the Earth our crowns are studded   With the jewels of blasphemy   Blasphemy      The blood is the life   The blood is the life      I seek to evoke a new order in Man   A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem   The lion is vexed to uproot and descend   Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust   Tempering weapons of criminal lust   I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies   Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease      The blood is the life   The blood is the life      Even the moon will not lend thee her light   The darkness serves will to snuff out human life   That I might reclaim the world as my right      I kill without scruple or silent regret   In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect   For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain   Tiny red miracles falling like...Rain      The incessant pall of death surrounds me   But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed   There will be no dread thereafter   The mysteries I reveal unto thee      I stir the hearts of the wisest   By the fools I will always be feared   My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter   A crescendo of passion   Bleeding...   On the pale reflection of dawn      Devour the sun