Who will you turn to when all is gone?
Blasphemous children in this godless world,
will help you no more,
only to serve those within.
Black comas of death,
like a kill in the flesh of Mayhem,
in the dens of Torture,
pray in the Temple of Satan.
Withered by your hateful dreams,
long gone full of incestuous atrocities of the world,
feuling poison in your veins,
revering long lost pain.
To open your eyes,
is to sin in the world,
to die in this world,
is to be immortal.
Such young blood,
to feed the Immortals,
oh what have they done,
simply come into the world?
Mayhem comes to haunt them all,
and make them repent,
to sacrifice what they have lost,
to know no pain, no desires.
Pooling into the dark corners of the Earth,
they hide and wait,
to devour all those who are innocent,
these savage beasts born of nightmares.