Mordicus Cosmocrators Of Tartaros
My lords of war
Are the only real (thing)
And to kill for need
Is what they breed
Battle cry
Of Inholy god
Tyrants wrath
And rotten blood
Teach me
The force of hate
Black souls
Your god they rape
H.M.S.
No spare for flesh
Satan's will
Is bless to kill
Follow the stream of corpses
Follow your bloodred lords
Kill to burn forever
Bow the weakones never
