| Through every gate left open | |
| Through every circle broken | |
| Through incantation all death will commence | |
| They will come, those of hell | |
| Born of god | |
| Before me | |
| I see the golden wastlands | |
| This where | |
| I will be to greet them welcome to my world | |
| You are to me the | |
| Lord of Dreams | |
| O Lord of | |
| Death, let them sleep | |
| At the ends of the pentagram | |
| There will be a different night | |
| At the ends of the pentagram | |
| Darkness will be the brightest light | |
| Behold, spectators of doom | |
| It is time for us all to go | |
| There will be nothing left | |
| Nothing |