| The battle had barely begun before bodies, like mountains, piled up toward the | 
| sun | 
| Blood flows like a flood, crimson mud washes over the land where civilization | 
| once stood | 
| All the while, the war rages on | 
| The weak fall quickly to the mighty and strong | 
| And they wail as they fail to withstand the cataclysmic defeat that has been | 
| brought upon | 
| Fantasized genocide | 
| Imperial subdivide | 
| Humanoid pesticide | 
| Indiscriminate fratricide | 
| A war of filth and harrowed souls | 
| With none left living once the battle unfolds | 
| The trees only allow a peak of light | 
| A glimmer of hope | 
| «Rip them limb from limb from limb | 
| Burn their bodies and char the skin | 
| Crush their bones into dust and feed the wind | 
| Eat their hearts with a threatening grin» | 
| All the while, the war rages on | 
| Many have died and now all hope has gone | 
| The wounded cry and try to escape the never ending slaughter that has just begun | 
| As the warriors erase the fiends unclean | 
| The King sits in his dwindling throne | 
| His mind is filled with only loathing and woe | 
| And with open eyes, he’s paralyzed | 
| His gaze fixed upon the legions of heretics | 
| Demoralized, rivers of atrocities, miles of monstrosities | 
| A grim stream of desolation and misery | 
| May the hopeless sing through their journey to the damned | 
| And deep underneath the flourishing life lies death | 
| The roots entwined in the rotting, the warriors of primal supremacy | 
| Prostitutes of war decaying in the dirt for all eternity | 
| Feeding the pines, the valley of swine slaughtered for their faith | 
| The horns sound once more in the deep | 
| Drums in the deep | 
| «Hell upon Hell, death beyond reach | 
| All howling voids and torment beneath | 
| Swallow me, please, and let me sleep | 
| Though I know the dark is swarming with teeth» |