With the dying body dead
With the dying the coming rotting
With the dying the coming rot

Rot in hell, religious one
Cold fate - the chosen son
Find the darkness, kill the day
You said you'd never cease saying

We're the cause of death

Find the one and kill the need
You're the one to make us bleed
Find the darkness, little one
I said you'd never cease now

We're the cause of death

Rot in hell, religious one
Cold fate - the chosen son
Find the darkness, kill the day
You said you'd never cease saying

With the darkness we arise
Your hell is denied!
The powers below
Reality's here

With the darkness we arise
Your hell is denied!
The powers below
Reality's here