| Fyre made flesh | |
| On the Fields of Cremation | |
| Comes the Chariot of Blackened Fyre | |
| That brings fearsome Death | |
| I am the Fyre that enters the temple and eats the hearts of the priests | |
| I turn into ashes your offering, prayers to the false one | |
| Curse You All that gave up sight! | |
| Fall under that cross, image, dog | |
| None of you shall look upon you me | |
| I am the Horns of Death | |
| The One who pours the End | |
| Of flaming feathers and Ashes of Heavens | |
| No Holy sang | |
| As I, the Torture, walk through the Gardens of Ra | |
| I am the One who walks on my own flesh | |
| I drown you in streams of Hate | |
| As I bathe millions in pain | |
| Your strength melts under my gaze | |
| I carry my Throne on Black Lava of Abominations | |
| No Holy Name, No Seal, No Power closeth before my Fyre |