The pestilence has arrived
From the land beyond the mountains
To tread on ancient knowledge
Into the ancient soil
And tool of infidels removed
Lied on temples
Cries of perished forest echoed
Wolfish eyes from the depth
Gazed at meaning withdrew with smoke
Of burned and cut down trees
Mournful but eager to retaliation
This what ravaged despite will
Returns increased
Sense given to perdition
Unfold in a black heart
And will appear from light to darkness
To conquer
Sorrow rises in every fog
Into cold autumnal night
Grief and hate emerges in each snowfall
Into cruel winter
And shall the wolves leave their depth
To heighten christ's torment
With his sermon so grotesque
In the shade of resemblance
Cross to sword
So the damned will inherit the throne
And hang them on their own halter
Of betrayal and deceitful vision
Funeral under ruins of dissembling mortality
Takes place...