Aidenn falls, chaos' son rises through the gate of eternal fire He satiates our lust and nurtures our primeval desires Inscribing our finality through spiritual cataclysm Consecrating our vanity; binding us to gods of materialism We spiral through the labyrinthine madness Truth subsides in the nepenthe of false shamans Anesthetized and subdued Destined to an opaque reality The righteous path obscured We wage our atonement for a beguiling divinity We spiral through the labyrinthine madness Truth subsides in the nepenthe of false shamans He rests on the ashes of a dying world Azrael shadows the gaze of the fading sun