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 anciеnt gods
We drink from the chalice of pain