Blessed be thee, Almighty Asmoday Who burn to ash the world of clay God of Vengeance, God of Wrath The ruins of the cosmic God is your righteous path Wield now your sword of retribution And bring the final aeon of endless dissolution Open now up your crimson door And make the world your temple floor Within it raise the universal holocaust And burn the seed of life to dust Those who are not born of the Fire Must to your flame be cast As the day of Wrath has finally come (Unfold the Lawless Becoming of the anti-archon) Behold the one adorned with fire Transforming cosmos into a funeral pyre Swift is His justice, and absolute He will strike And by His sword He will judge God and man alike I call upon Aeshma Diva! Open now up your crimson door And make the world your temple floor Within it raise the universal holocaust And burn the seed of life to dust Those who are not born of the Fire Must to your flame be cast Upon the Day of wrath and lamentation Alefpene'ash will kindle one last conflagration Harba Di Ashm'dai!