作曲 : Helmkamp, Palubicki
Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries 
Break the back of the steed upon you ride 
Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand 
And may mother's breasts shrivel and dust 
Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths 
For I voice a culling course towards desolation 
Yet those chained to their own foul flesh 
Know only obsolescence- their nakedness 
Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils 
Work to certain death the labor that toils 
Bloat and putrefy that which flowers 
And tear from womb the bleating babe 
The blind and wretched shall be left to rot 
The diseased and alme dispatched 
Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly 
For I will kick the dogs when they are down 
For I am the inferno 
And you the kindling you the fuel 
And I am the vulture 
Feasting on your idols of flesh 
I am the shepherd and you my flock 
The lightning strike that splits the rock 
For I am wrath- vindication 
And the world my abattoir 
Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy 
A maelstorm of flame infernos of might 
Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars 
A lion in furious fight 
Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword 
The fall of the idols of flesh 
The stellar winds beneath my wings 
Are purest vengeance 
The firestorms within my eyes 
Black purest hate 
Of blood unvanquished blasphemies 
My will: one voice 
With strike of tumult- aftermath 
In withered flesh rejoice 
For I am the inferno 
And you the kindling you the fuel 
And I am the vulture 
Feasting on your idols of flesh 
I am the shepherd and you my flock 
The lightning strike that splits the rock 
For I am wrath- vindication 
And the world my abattoir