Praise the Old One Burn their temples Defile Their Icons For he has Awakened We must Desecrate Behold By the will of Our savior We must desecrate This is their penance For the deviants are legion There is no god but the Hidden One For He hath taken root in our bodies A ravenous deity and His starving multitude Its influence is spreading Unceasing and eternal Crimson waves crashing upon the shores Flooding streets with death and depravity A century of deluge A sacrilegious bloodthirst Show us the path of those who earned His fury Show us the path of those who went astray Our rageful voices were banished then Now they are everlasting The sky turned dark with the ash of their burning sins Sunless they'll remain Drink their boiling blood Searing flesh and deformed voices The dissenter will perish Cleansed through suffering Praise the Old One Behead their false prophets They spew blasphemies Hollow words for a false god Choking on their own ignorance We will drag their remains Stone their progenies The soiled earth will reject their dead Desecrate Their heads will bow (In His presence) Their knees will bend (He is absolute) The weak shall serve (For aeons to come) Praise the Old One Burn their temples Defile their Icons For He has awakened We must desecrate Behold For He has awakened We must desecrate