Come to arms you treacherous sons
And prepare the battle at hand...
Claim the birth right to your legacy
And wear the mark of the necrogram

Cross the fields of Sodom
Our arrival claims their land
Blessed are the gods of men!
In glory and hate we stand

The slaying of souls has begun
As we stand in the soil of wrath
In gore and corpses we proclaim our victory
And rejoice in the vicious bloodbath

Possessed by the light of Gabbath
We march towards our goal...
Raptured by this spirit of war
We silently approach...

To grasp its wisdom of pleasures
And to see what it treasures

Drink the wine that was forged in hell
To execute thy death knell

Let them who have understanding,
Those who can see the beast...
By grace they are the unleashed...

Thus spake the spirit of Gabbath
The conqueror of the unborn...
In dark light of wisdom...
I'm forever forlorn

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