[testimony of the dying]      I, who walk disguised among,   i, who have watched death a thousand times   i, who perform the murderous art,   king of kings, lord of pain   The tempter of eternal life,   the beholder of the evil eye   Prince of death,   the true servant of the dying kind      I, an angel of death   From the dark abyss   rejected from heaven   condemned to a realm   more evil than ever imagined      a realm of pain and suffering   never known to living man   you will bleed forever again      i, who lurk in the darkest shadows   i leave no life behind      I, who dwell in your deepest fear   write this in human blood   my last words to mankind      follow my way   crush the living hypocrite   and those who speak of death   with pleasure and no desire      Let us gather to create what once were   what could have been      for this is the task and quest   to those who succeed   the gates will open to the realm of death   and we will welcome you as a brother   together we will rule the throne of death      to those who fail   we will reach out from the darkest of hell   and with viscious intent rip your soul apart...