歌词
In the stench of excrements the possesed ones by fever of the Horned!
Black grass under the black light of Him whose name...
Underground grandees idling on couches of rot
Lords of flyes on thrones of dung berhymed by cough of lepers
This is hunger of gangrene, bloody reflection of hyenas
Puritus of pests naming, omnivorous corrosion of icons
This is trembling of the ground, worms inside ancient sarcophagus
In the ring of sabotage against time gnawing off their tails!
Manifest of sin impossible to accomplish
Under the sign of Him whose name is impossible to utter!