Death from unknown
Never came alone

Under me, burial grounds
Let them rot in open graves
The sound of flies, smell of dead
This area will be the shrine
For the arch of doom

Then I shalt perform
Ancient rites
Cursing this landscape
With brutal genocide

Under me, burial grounds
Let them rot in open graves
The sound of flies, smell of dead
Death from unknown
Never came alone

Thousands of crosses
Still nameless, burned into embers
Presence hidden, whispering scream
Blood soaked in decayed coffin
That smell and sight..

Hundreds of memorials
Engraved pillars, so mighty
Forgotten are the fallen ones
Beautiful it is... to kill... to forget...

I am the reincarnation of thy Satan
What thou shalt never forget!