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Lord of the plaguing storms

Impurest one of blackest dimensions

Our souls grow stronger as others die

The blood of the Acheron

carries away all those weakened

Homage to eternal war

Christians slither on bloodied bellies

Lashes engraved and piercing wounds

Such as their master had suffered

Eternal darkness and the blood of the martyrs

Will strengthen us and our empire

Golden coagulated thrones have fallen

Summoned from the seven corners

Heaven's gate scatters amidst the left hand path

Glorification for the blackest of eyes

Perfect visions for our infernal uprising

Shall this time commence forth

And feed the black night realms

As we walk, skulls crumble beneath our feet

Crimson victory covers our cloaks and armor

Lord of the abyss

Bringer and master of hordes

Sworn and devout we are to thee

Our wisdom only grows stronger

Our souls only grow stronger

Unified in league with Satan

Bringer of everlasting damnation