Thy Primordial The Crowning Carnage
Woe betide thee... Woe betide man
Premonitions of decline
Seeking whom to devour
We must be without pity
We must be without end
...there's a place reserved for all...
We all know the way you're taking
We will lead the way and strike up the march of the
future
Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous
Woe betide thee, woe betide man
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust
The crowning carnage - work abhorred, infernal revel
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust
The crowning carnage - work abhorred, the glorious hunt
No withhold of wrath
This malicious chill
We must be without mercy
Must be without space of time
...reveal the secrets of death...
And thrust you full with thorns
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust
The crowning carnage - work abhorred, infernal revel
The crowning carnage - besmeared with blood and dust
The crowning carnage - work abhorred, the glorious hunt
Despise pain...loathing life...plunge into deep despair
To finish life
We will lead the way and strike up the march of the
future
Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous
Woe betide thee, woe betide man
