Tentacled priests With baphomet's blood To the horncrowned demise We pray Atrophic lands With leprous life upon Through stillborn screams We leave behind our seed The horncrowned demise Its stench you shall breathe With hunger in eyes Fates to be sealed I call the clouds together Enshadowed the ring of the moon Winged one through whirlwinds Who bears the cloak of bones Witchcraft breathing in his hands Eighteen hands raised towards the sky As pest awaits to arrive The flavour of torments bitters your tongue In oceans of sulphur To get drowned To the death