| Soul after soul! | |
| My black wings cut the sky | |
| Hatred so old! | |
| My long teeth ripped flesh | |
| The corpses, | |
| I'll take them into my hall of bones | |
| The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne | |
| Victims abound! | |
| Their wickness is my strength | |
| Red moon beyond! | |
| Straight from the underworld | |
| I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls | |
| The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light | |
| Hymn of the damned! | |
| The fire burns the cries | |
| Realm of the dead! | |
| Welcome mortality | |
| My temple, unholy, the altar made of plagues | |
| Your crosses, just dripping, religion - sick and fake | |
| Hell ain't a dream! | |
| Hot pits and freezing cold | |
| Sin after sin! | |
| Your nightmare never ends | |
| That oily machinery, cooled by the human sweat | |
| I feed them with envy, the worms inside your head | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light | |
| Soul after soul! | |
| My black wings cut the sky | |
| Hatred so old! | |
| My long teeth ripped flesh | |
| The corpses, | |
| I'll take them into my hall of bones | |
| The slaughtered, the entrails, the guts will be my throne | |
| Victims abound! | |
| Their wickness is my strength | |
| Red moon beyond! | |
| Straight from the underworld | |
| I'm creeping, the rain beats on rusty iron walls | |
| The foul stench of my mouth, the abject evil calls | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light | |
| Dark light! | |
| Blood is the currency, and | |
| I'm the paradise | |
| The doors of my dark exile are closed and locked up tight | |
| I am the parasite and blood unlocks the light |