See The Storm Forth

Like The Dancing Flames Of Immortal Fire

Feel Them Burn Thy Soul

Now Enter Purgatory!



Oh Scorpion In Azazel's Haunted Realm

With Deadly Sting Fulfill Our Lust

May Thou Find The Beating Hearts In Their Breasts



Woe To Thee - But Where To Flee?

There Is No Place To Hide

From The Seed Of Evil



Horned Entity, Carry Our Sins With Pride

As We Shall Do In That Star-filled Night

When Babalon's Resurrection Is Gloriously Set To Be Held

Born Again From Scarlet Woman's Precious Womb

As Insignium Of Hate



Woe To Thee - But Where To Flee?

There Is No Place To Hide

From The Seed Of Evil



Sand Licks The Blood Not Less Than Seven Times

My Damned Children They Awake

From A Sleep That Seemed Eternally

Whilst Desert's Pestilential Winds

Spread From The East

Nine-headed Hydra's Disease

To Crawl The Holy Lands



"Thou Shall Be Feast For The Worms!"



My Breed, These Harbingers Of Death

On Destinuous Wings Do Ride

Captured Souls Are A Mortal Meal

Consumed With Deepest Delight

Consumed By The Seed Of Evil