And in this hour let our voice rise
That we may call forth the sons of Belial
That apocalypse may be forged of fire
And rain upon the hall of mirrors
To spit with blasphemous conviction
In the face of the Edict of Milan
Rome shall fall to ash, her sanctity burnt in ember
Defiled in rivers of Christian blood
An empire lies in ruin
Xaphan, with scorched palms
Raise thy flame, blacken once more
The pillars of Heaven, that sight may be regained
Lucifer, curse now the trinity, defile the throne of Elohim
That which is his despicable seat of reverence
Open thy clenched Jaws, oh Nahash, serpent wisdom rise
Bathed now in black light of divine tyrants
Pay tribute within the unseen desert
Our gaze turns unto the burning void
And in this hour we purge the smoke
Of Constantine's deception
So clearly in malicious purpose
It is beheld between thy mighty coils
Than no longer are we deceived
Of smoke and mirrors!
