Unholiest Judge, What Woeful Wrath Hadst Thou

Kneeling upon desecrated earth, we appeal to Thee, our Dark Lord
To Darkest Hate did I beckon, Doth visage I shalt know. For Joy I am spent, Malice indulges me verily.

Unholiest Judge, What Woeful Wrath hadst thou
like unto stone was thou facade,
And as stone, did sink the hearts of the peaceful and the happy
On the inside was I harrowed, as his divine curse hath left me forlorn in the shadow of silence!

You have cursed ten thousand souls
You have thirsted for unchallenged rulership
Let the blood of your enemies flow
They shall pray to you alone
Unto death deliver thine darkness
Unto darkness, death doth deliver
I bow to a statue of your likeness
I pray to death, deliver, hither

I bow, to the Dark Master
The Ruler of my Fate
The blackness of his gaze
turned all to decay

You have cursed ten thousand souls
They shall pray to you alone
You have cursed ten thousand souls
I bow to you, Zoldon