Satan, abyssic Lord We channel your forces of wrath And deliver upon your altar The rotting copse of Abel And let them fall into darkness There we lie waiting with hungry blades Beware false gods, who Beckon the weakness of man Shall lie, broken and burned And by Promethean Fire, Arise Promethean War! Shall ye dare come upon us And walk on dangerous ground Beware the will of the master Is the heart of death Of fucking death!