I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground The frozen winds chant in sorrow Fallen souls sweep the skies The scorched plains lie dead Dust of angels gently sweep the air Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground The frozen winds chant in sorrow Fallen souls sweep the skies The scorched plains lie dead Dust of angels gently sweep the air Filth and remnants of angels - fragments of a kingdom forever lost Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground