As i walk through the blood-filled pits Thehowling victims suffocate decompose and die Annihilated, laid to waste The screaming from down below subsides Through the empty immensity of gods They speak through me, you know their voice To those that i shall kill Beneath the grinding wheels To all those that i shall kill Death shall come to he who kneels Born to continue a successive reign To bring about the future of the slain Beasts of burden are what you are A pest upon the land, a witless scar Possessed by thoughts that must be a god's The brilliance and insight is not of this worl And so you do not understand what must be done His will be done To those that i shall kill Beneath the grinding wheels To all those that i shall kill Death shall come to he who kneels Now you know what is to come But you will never comprehend The infinite dimensions that i have seen Eternal darkness where i have been You will never truly know