Words by J. Alcantara Blackened skies, world in disguise The order has been chosen Uncovering lies, eyes opened wide By a god that has been long forgotten The bloodline of the ancients flow This fellowship of the damned grows The vermin god, Azagthoth Hails to the bringer of the rot Damned as you are Giver of the unholy scar Beyond the sigil of the crest The hell's manifest