We sail the seas, of negativity
To banish kindness from this place
Sans scruples, sans humility

To behold the fierceness of wolves
Assailing ye saints thoroughly
Sans love, sans compassion

To behold the wails of thine in affright
Whilst evil prayeth upon thy hearts
Sans warmth, sans pity

To behold a world, darkly astir
Rising in madness and mystery
Sans light, sans life

Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie
Than to tremble amidst, this old memory?
Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold!
Tis the rise of satanic divinity...

Oh we rejoice at the destruction
Of all ye have ever lived for...

Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath
Tis the voices from the past
Aye we can not mourn, for
Never morrow shall dawn
World without end...