| Forsaken | |
| Entombed in monumental self-moral | |
| Embracing the absurd | |
| Reason turned to abstraction | |
| Drowned in the shallowest of waters | |
| Forgotten the will | |
| To learn | |
| Abandoned every urge to | |
| Create | |
| Every border can be breached | |
| By the glorious armies of united perfection | |
| Marching forth | |
| Aiming low | |
| A thirst to kill | |
| Defending the nothingness | |
| Forsaken | |
| The unborn learns to hate | |
| Navigation towards destruction | |
| Letting our ideals slowly rot | |
| And thus... | |
| Thus we choose | |
| To die... | |
| Die with pride | |
| And innocence... | |
| We became the heralds | |
| Born and raised to preach | |
| And to erase all traces | |
| Of the abstract and evil | |
| Swords... | |
| Temples... | |
| Fires... | |
| Doom... | |
| We failed to see what we fed | |
| The serpent of the deeps | |
| It grew and strangled the truths | |
| We were embracing the lies | |
| We once could see its eyes | |
| The stare of death and deceit | |
| We feared not, the secrets we knew | |
| The guardian of the deeps | |
| Lost... | |
| And the darkness will prevail | |
| Forever... | |
| Folding hands with clouded sight | |
| Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind | |
| Forever... | |
| Lost... | |
| And turning blossom to decay | |
| Forever... | |
| Fighting wars with clouded sight | |
| Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind | |
| Forever... |