Come suffering, Apocalypse    Release the fires of Hell    I call upon destruction and despair    Here the days of slumber end    I beckon the night    to live and overcome the fear       Come sin, come shame    congregation of contempt    I bid you welcome to the pyre    Will our objective truths    withstand this affliction?    I venture       Let it all come down!       The deafening sound of trumpets roar    in celebration of impending chaos    This is not terror, this is not war    Beyond repentance    this is the call of the abyss       As deep cuts of truth    as a fire that closes the wound    so is my redemption       Beyond repentance    this is the ordeal of fire       Come suffering, Apocalypse    Release the fires of Hell    I call upon destruction and despair    Not for vengeance    Not for power    Beneath the ashes I walk