Unto the Undead Temple

So it befalls us

Unto the Undead Temple

To carry on the torch

As His chosen mouth

Ever to exalt and glorify

With a stern command

The master of all things

Veiled and obscure

Ours is to wield

The unchained with magick

In which all the forms of

His divine wrath manifests

And to be forever ordained

In dead congregation

As must the serpent ever

Shed it's skin

Unto us the glorious conquest

In spirit as in flesh

To feed upon the carnage

And feast upon your souls

As the winged beast of night

Against the doves

Ours is the right

To pick clean your bones

As reapers we come and reap we shall

For who is more ignorant in his stand

The man who can not define lightning

Or the man who does not respect it?