Creator of sickness, unleashing suffering
Infecting souls which now shall depart
To rule supreme over the disfigured
To lead mortal flesh to abomination, a complete decimation
I am a servant of nightmare
Of destruction, ruin and carnage
Of whom pain is the essence of life
I see behind the illusion. Of the crippled one
A fire of ruthless cold blooded will lurks
I am enslaved
Servants to a crippled god
I am enslaved
Servants to a crippled god
The fallen god shall rise
From his foul acrid and pungent prison
His own creation, a confinement of darkness
Bursting to devour
To sweep forth a wave of abomination on a path most malevolent
Our deeds scream of infamy
Servants to a crippled god