Dissection of Soul Inhale the stench of death Triumph of the horned The blackest incarnation of sin Cold wind blows among the graves Behold eternal eclipse New generation of disease Silence falls, it freezes all around The arrival of divine Ancestral ritual summon Blinding lights, no human eye can see Let the plague fall on the weak Tonight the dead shall rise Bloodstained altar of fear A putrid bond of flesh To reach the anciŠµnt gods We drink from the chalice of pain