Charnel Houses
And shadows fill the vast abyss
And the call of death resonates
Silent contemplation
Under the golden wings of Death

Upon the scorched surface of the earth
Floating rivers of blood, mountains of corpses
Charnel houses of carbon waste

Behold the putrid stench of rotting flesh
That which is falling
The imminent decay, the force of the adversary
A shadow in the fields of despair
Overseen by mountains, mountains of human remains
Drowning in rivers of gore
Crawling alive like worms

Everything that came into existence, perishes
Qua vita mortem pertulit
Quo carne carnis conditor
Suspensus est patibulo
Spirit of plagues venerated
Enshrouded in golden light
Rising above this mass of flesh
In metamorphosis, in ecstasy

Behold that which is inscribed
Upon the sides of the bloodred spear
That changed the aeon, the aeon to come
Charnel houses of carbon waste