Graven altar enshrined in scourged contagion
Beneath the death-shrouded temple vaults,
Desanctified ruins, fallen, blessed entropy!
Ancient chasms, now echoing only silence.

Ehyeh Asher Shla Ehyeh!
I exalt thee! Great Tehom!
Thou Great and Holy Abyss,
My words are ashes and dust!

Fleshless bones, entwined in headless serpents,
Traipsed through crypts of sepulchral darkness,
Leaving desultory trails and echoes,
Clattering the sole exogenous tomes.

Trembling hands clutch at wretched forms...
Dissolving back into the crumbled Keter of God.

Monstrous and maligned are all His faces,
Vacuous, rotten and blind are His eyes.

Ehyeh Asher Shla Ehyeh!
I exalt thee! Great Tehom!
Thou Great and Holy Abyss,
My words are ashes and dust!
My words are ashes and dust!

Yet each bight of mankind, twisted in decay,
I hold as a symbol of His rapture,
Each path, once trampled by putrescence,
I hold as a portent of Death's triumph!

Ossuaries of veiled crowns, adorned by each tomb
Laying buried beneath the ruptured walls of slumbering aeons,
Vast silence is the mass of the abject congregation,
Lamenting incantations to the forsaken dead.

Formless spirits transcend Qliphotic planes of essence,
Drifting in unity with Mummu, Tohu returns back to Ain.

The shattered pillars that once upheld the throne of Eternal Light
Shine no more in tenebrous ruins of moldy cenotaphs.

In crypts below, arched with human spine,
Flames burn with the putrid miasma of Death,
And the rotting of man's renounced virtues,
Reflecting dark obscurities from within and below.

Cursed and doomed art thou!
O feeble servants of the forlorn saviour,
Cgained to the vision of apokalypse,
Vigilant for the harbringer of Death.

Formless spirits transcend Qliphotic planes of essence,
Drifting in unity with Mummu, Tohu returns back to Ain.

The greatest prophecy is yet to be fulfilled
When all who crawl on frail, crippled limbs
Are broken like the Christ a thousand times,
As they descend perpetually into She'ol

Below... the lowest temple crypts
Lie ancient secrets concealed...

Arise, Tiamat!
Descend into Apzu!
Arise, Tiamat!
Descend into Apzu!

Grave are these lost and sacred mysteries.
Of dismal truths and obscure gnosis...

Stone pillars once carved with ominous adumbrations
Now read amorohous tomes of silence.
Ulterior voices transmuted through abhorrent tongues

Deranged incantations... Invoking timeless visions...
Speak ancient and unfathomable mantras...
The wretched heart of this temple of flesh,
Now slumber below aeons of desolation,
Eclipsed by time, wreathed in darkness.

Awakened paths reveal their secrets lost.
Putrefied corpses entombed by arid soil,
Knew in their dying agony and abandon,
In those final breathless moments,
The purest wisdom which they had sought

Its great and terrible name is Death.

Into the abyss I fall
And Dark is the reich of the dead
A portal to reach to the side
Where bodies fall from the sky

Lucifer, Master!

Solitude and Peace of Mind
Entombed in Cromlech

Yes, flee over the River Styx
and join the dead with joy
An ocean of Blasphemy
Heathenish realm
and "Do What Thou Wilt" as decoy

My Prophecy is true...
We'll all make it through