Soon the mayhemic lord returns
With roaring hell of black metal
There is nothing to stop our march
For the reign of tyranny
Our hearts are woven with devotion
The cult will show its ugly face
Spitting torments on your flesh
Reaping with curses and plague
The howling of ruin and terror
The screams of soul-freezing fear
We are the Vermin of your Death
Stabbing you in the back
From the night with hunger for your fears
We enshrine your suicides and pain
Appearing as the common man amongst you
Though we are but rats disguised as sheep
The rising satanic empire of Death
Reaping with curses and plague
An ode to your ruin and decay
The fist in the face of
