Somrak The Abhor Bless
Satan father of denial
An act of your unholy for their feeble souls
When they will rise to repeal the suffocation
Beneath your claws a bless of the abhor
The malediction embracing like rust
Unworthy life embodying the reeking flesh
For time eternal damned to rott
Within the four walls with demons opposing
Their flesh shall dim as spirits are settled
Foul hope remains as light of the dark
Tormenting ages now have begun
For faiths of all those
That kneel before their feeble god
For the last time
Agonly cries are beared into the sky
The soil is soaked with rivulets of blood
Hearts are torn with hands of forlorn
Kingdom of hell feeds with souls of fallen ones
Now there upon the heaps of countless corpses
His sculpture absorbing all life left behind
A scrap of us unwilling to decay
Had discarded burdens
That for so long were beard
We all shall knell to spellhowler of abhor
For He who blessed us the illuminated path
We all shall follow as no one has before
Until we are proclaimed
Proclaimed as Him - the misanthrope
