Rise lords of our curse, anciently banished Posses the glory of worthy as gods Sealed in water boiling cold of no faith From the abyss they sense our pledge In awe all bowing heads roll Disfigured, defaced worshipping hate Skinned follower feeding a d**hwish Soulless dread, they reach their claim Revealed in waters boiling cold of pure faith Disfigured, defaced feeding on our hate But in awe bowing heads roll