We sail the seas of negativity
to banish kindness from this place
Sans scruples sans humility
To behold the fierceness of wolves
assailing ye saints thoroughly
Sans love sans compassion
To behold the wails of thine in affright
whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts
Sans warmth sans pity
To behold a world darkly astir
rising in madness and mystery
sans light sans life
Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie
Than to tremble amidst this old memory
Alas for the damned thou artnow ye behold
Tis the rise of satanic divinity
Oh we rejoice at the destruction
of all ye have ever lived for
Hark as lands tremble and empires fall
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath
tis the voices from the past
Aye we can not mourn for
never morrow shall dawn
World without end