Emancipate the forever enslaved

Devouring sources of dismay

Consuming the not consumable

Controlling the uncontrollable



This solitude arose to abdicate

Lords of a distant world evoked within

Dethrone the kings of Old

Enthrone the extract of sins so cold



[Chorus:]

Forge the sins sublime

The sins sublime



Foul soils ignite transcendent abnormities

Conjured, employed by mad beliefs

Foul soils ignite grim lying deceit

Insubstantial concise; ignorant disease

For belief, just for belief...



[Repeat Chorus.]



Vague cries of dark distant times...

Arose for abdication dissolved

Dethrone kings of Old

It's my time...

-the extract of sins so cold



I devour what thou can't digest

Turn soils sour, thy orders infest

Holy father moan