a circle of fire carcasses constructing the pyre for the land’s source of life death’s smoke emerging flesh burning and curling replenishing our supply burn the humans savor their miasma revel in the momentous renewal of flesh inhale the torrential winds of suffering celebrating their magnum opus of pain the new birth impending a great fortune a marvel of corpses structured in vain the pyre to ignite a new generation reborn to summon true devastation contorted remains a reminder of our sovereignty such frailty restrained our true intentions unholy fire consume the survivors shape the flesh throne a throne of my own amalgamation of the flesh for which the evil can progress the dawn of our civilization starting with your incarceration imprison the humans shackle them to the stone walls stained by the blood of their fathers obey your new horned owners awake for your daily persecution suffer together as one share in your subjugation prepare to give blood for the cause feed the dirt fill the endless abyss you will never subvert you must submit the unholy fire has consumed the survivors behold the flesh throne a true throne for my own the unholy fire has consumed the survivors behold the flesh throne a true throne for my own