Book of the dead, pages bound in human flesh. Feasting the beast, from the blood the words were said. I am unseen, dreamt the sacred passage aloud. Trapped in a dream of the necronomicon.
No lord shall stand before myself. . I can strike the light and see through the truth. For I'm the Deicide, Dominus, what could you do. Thou has failed you now, once again and always will.
Out of my mind into a world between. In search of the ancient artistry. Lord Kur, before your sword I see. The house of death is opening. Hanging from their primal sleep.
Death is now the day. When the fires fall from the sky. Let us pray. When the darkness falls we will die. Endless pain. Crucifying death from above. We must pay.