---

The pestilence has arrived

From the land beyond the mountains

To tread on ancient knowledge

Into the ancient soil

And tool of infidels removed

Lied on temples

Cries of perished forest echoed

Wolfish eyes from the depth

Gazed at meaning withdrew with smoke

Of burned and cut down trees

Mournful but eager to retaliation

This what ravaged despite will

Returns increased

Sense given to perdition

Unfold in a black heart

And will appear from light to darkness

To conquer

Sorrow rises in every fog

Into cold autumnal night

Grief and hate emerges in each snowfall

Into cruel winter

And shall the wolves leave their depth

To heighten christ's torment

With his sermon so grotesque

In the shade of resemblance

Cross to sword

So the damned will inherit the throne

And hang them on their own halter

Of betrayal and deceitful vision

Funeral under ruins of dissembling mortality

Takes place...