Soon the mayhemic lord returns With roaring hell of black metal There is nothing to stop our march For the reign of tyranny Our hearts are woven with devotion The cult will show its ugly face Spitting torments on your flesh Reaping with curses and plague The howling of ruin and terror The screams of soul-freezing fear We are the Vermin of your Death Stabbing you in the back From the night with hunger for your fears We enshrine your suicides and pain Appearing as the common man amongst you Though we are but rats disguised as sheep The rising satanic empire of Death Reaping with curses and plague An ode to your ruin and decay The fist in the face of