| Oh dark horizon | |
| You speak the truth | |
| Oh temple Lord | |
| Cold blood is pumping through your veins | |
| You drown the sun | |
| Of horror lies | |
| Oh Master Lord | |
| Light up the fire of you reign | |
| In the name of thee | |
| We are the fallen | |
| We are the plague | |
| We are the dead spots of the sun | |
| Oh woe to you | |
| Oh Lord of flies | |
| You lead our path | |
| Aeons of our vengeance have begun | |
| Run... run... | |
| It's raining dead angels from the sky | |
| Cold and stiff, oh my | |
| Oh dark horizon | |
| Of the underground | |
| Your soul is ours | |
| The tools are clean and the altar's set on fire | |
| We have begun | |
| We don't look back | |
| The skies are fallen | |
| A one way ticket to your funeral pyre |