It is a day of a thousand sacrifices The flock is set into the chambered caves Howling of the wolves shall mark the way to those who heed the call The sigil of destruction is at heart Of every creature walking on this earth Human masks will be torn, as the final hour is ready to unfold The prey the hunter now the same World of everlasting darkness And all the actions made by men, will shape the path with carcasses The emptiness of existence, shall be fueled by the mark In the night when the dreamers dream I channel my thoughts into the stream And reappear as the ripper Harvester of all that is creation And when the deaths of a thousand years shall flow In the river that was carved with tears The land shall return into pre-human state Master, command me a new mission