Overthrown on this funeral night
Entranced were the statues bleeding eyes
Supreme in the absence of soul
It is you I loathe to conjure
Renounce thy sacrilege to nature
Domineering hordes have plundered
This futile plain known as paradise
Infernus you speak as the oracle, Lurid
Desecration's smother their torches gleam
Purification with the elements reveals
Ones destiny, threw flesh yearn
The portals black embrace
Consecration is the lure of existence
Till dusk of the spectral sleep
The sign of Akrabu looms sepulchral calm
Of all that fled the upper worlds, chained
Forever in the sea below the seas
Consecration is the scorn of resurrection...