Sunken Temple Of Initiated
Into dungeons forbidden to the most
Elitist rituals only a few heard of
Ascending to a higher power

Burn the flame of knowledge through
The cult of slaughtered bull
The swords we raise in glory

The inferior will not be allowed

Through strength and chaos
The mighty one wipes away
Only to regenerate
Continuously
The blood renews itself

Continuous change
Our god we emulate
While we retain the power
With iron will, inexorable
The inferior will not be allowed
Mithra's will be my will

Our ambition the perfection of the soul
Through the seven spheres we’ll reborn
We drank the blood spilled over
From the veins
Of the sacred beast
The life-germinating fluid
Now the dust
Of these eroded walls
Marks the passing
Of the time
The glorious days have been substituted
By the ignorance
May the sacred cult rise again