Battlefields glow
Cemetery fog grows
In the gathering gloom
Frozen bodies
Liquifying
Voices of Phlegethos
Calling my name
Golden rivers
And twisted forests
Slain forces
And slaughtered chosen

And here we gather
In desecration
A new aeon of warlust and bloud
To quench our thirst
I slay laegion in waxe
And call name of wynds
And they crawl forth
From below

Eternitites darken
Battlefields glow
Cemetery fog grows
On a looming horizon

And here we gather
In desecration
A new aeon of bloud and souls
To quench our thirst
Signing of seven consecrated branches of fir
Upon the soil

Upon all the aeons shall our desecration reign!