A sickness is breeding here Within the soils of this world Creation reduced to tarnished silver, Accumulation's hollow child Following greed sullied parables They build on works of corruption Raising the towers of Babel On the backs of mindless men Cleansing flame shall descend The burning tongues of Phlegethon In the name of our dark lord Shall their blood feed the river's flow Staring into their eyes Nothing but emptiness My blade shall be answer As it falls through their flesh Your gold and silver is tainted And their rust shall bear witness Your lives and deeds wasted And your legacy is dust The blood of billions stains the earth None shall escape the fires Of the infernal goddess' kiss Humanity scattered, They march into the abyss