Bow down
Knee of war
On your neck
Crawl down, bleed out to the bowl

Your soul
Will be mine
For the favor
Of the gods

I am the chosen one, the Damälog
I feed the urge of Hungry gods
By impaling your son
By ripping of your spine
Dismembering your unborn child

Endless hunger, get no rest
Your breed shall be terminated
Blood of your son on my blade
I´m blessed

High priest of skull crushing
Predator of broken bones
Chancellor of annihilation
Ordo Ab Chaos
Damalog!

Depth calleth me down
Although stench of blood get´s me high
Abyss is my real home
For there I shall return with your souls

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