Cult of Death

We stand before thee
The ancient god of death
And we kneel before the pit
The path to your kingdom come
Cast away by the shadows
Now you rule in the deep
True king of the void
Come make us clean
Before the dawn of men
Inside these temple walls
Unholy oaths were sworn
Among the chosen ones
To be held in secrecy
To be held in silence
Until the day would come
For him to arrive
Gathering at the circle
The ritual is soon complete
Eerie rumbling can be heard
It’s coming from the world between
Whispering with the unpure tongue
Spoken only by this god
Stronger than the starless aeons
Stronger than the weight of time
We are the cult of death — we keep the flames alive
We are the cult of death — the children of the scorn
Consuming dark begins to grow
The hour of coming approaches
The ceremony has proceeded
Everflowing stream has opened
We are the cult of death — we keep the flames alive
We are the cult of death — the children of the scorn
Stench of death closing in
He is coming from the deepest depths
Come and seek your might
From the face of this earth
Destroyer — conqueror — legion — tyrant
This wait is soon to be over
As the walls are breeding doom
Thy mighty force of evil
Repulsive yet so pure
As we see them, horns arising
All is covered in black blood
Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming
Bears this one true king
Destroyer — conqueror — legion — tyrant
Our hearts are filled with pride
He is greater than we thought
Strong as the mountainside
Strong as the stormiest sea