Reich of sorrow
A shattered dream
Embrace the terror of the visage of your kings
Rule by fear
And trussed renown
Obsequence whittles cattle down
Where are your gods?
Foul cancers of your creation
So on you march
Gorging from the trough of hatred
Remit of silence
Your self is lost
Conjoin the faceless in the none-ness of the void
Marionette
All bound in chain
All habit homogenised and grey
You are the damned
Willing drudges of the ancients
Voided and blank
Foetid swine bound in ages
Teen die aand
Diep in jou gedagte
Sal ons vreet
Op julle angste
In your towers
Of conceit
Hemmed in pride and pandered to deceit
We raze the walls
We cast them wide
Let you wallow in bitter deicide
Where are the gods?
Do they still serve the faceless?
We are the damned
Bound by the mystic aegis
Julle sal val
Een by een
Goddelose seun
Van die nuwe wêreld