Inside the circle of pain, of fear And cold reality of hopelessness Did you really believe That the seeds of consolation would bloom here Mass consumption of blood and souls Let their every cell become a part of this offering Their throats are cut By the shards of broken promises Broken like this world of glass Broken like the spine of Yahweh Mass dissolution of blood and souls Let the womb of horrors open again And we shall sing a song For the new order in burning heaven Upon the throne of shattered bones Praised be that day Every mouth chanting the strangest prayer In the name of the angel of thousand forms Who once will crawl forth From the womb of death Praised be that day