| Song | The Ancient Presence Revealed |
| Artist | Deathspell Omega |
| Album | Infernal Battles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Born a fullmoon night, | |
| In the middle of moutains cold… | |
| Wolves feasting on your mother's remains, | |
| She died in pain, you laughed out loud. | |
| Beasts and a black wizard | |
| Teached you forbidden things. | |
| You learned to spill the blood | |
| And to enjoy its unholy taste. | |
| No love you became, | |
| For love is weak, | |
| And as the demon child | |
| You gained strength through hate. | |
| Once, a woman of incredible beauty | |
| Fell in love and thought | |
| She could awake human feelings | |
| In the ice cold void that is your heart. | |
| You raped her, and let your wardogs | |
| Bite her cunt to blood. | |
| Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, | |
| Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. | |
| The last traces of humanity gone, | |
| You studied the arcanes of black magic, | |
| Increased cruelty and will, | |
| And we all knew | |
| The Ancient Presence was awaken again… |
| Born a fullmoon night, | |
| In the middle of moutains cold | |
| Wolves feasting on your mother' s remains, | |
| She died in pain, you laughed out loud. | |
| Beasts and a black wizard | |
| Teached you forbidden things. | |
| You learned to spill the blood | |
| And to enjoy its unholy taste. | |
| No love you became, | |
| For love is weak, | |
| And as the demon child | |
| You gained strength through hate. | |
| Once, a woman of incredible beauty | |
| Fell in love and thought | |
| She could awake human feelings | |
| In the ice cold void that is your heart. | |
| You raped her, and let your wardogs | |
| Bite her cunt to blood. | |
| Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, | |
| Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. | |
| The last traces of humanity gone, | |
| You studied the arcanes of black magic, | |
| Increased cruelty and will, | |
| And we all knew | |
| The Ancient Presence was awaken again |
| Born a fullmoon night, | |
| In the middle of moutains cold | |
| Wolves feasting on your mother' s remains, | |
| She died in pain, you laughed out loud. | |
| Beasts and a black wizard | |
| Teached you forbidden things. | |
| You learned to spill the blood | |
| And to enjoy its unholy taste. | |
| No love you became, | |
| For love is weak, | |
| And as the demon child | |
| You gained strength through hate. | |
| Once, a woman of incredible beauty | |
| Fell in love and thought | |
| She could awake human feelings | |
| In the ice cold void that is your heart. | |
| You raped her, and let your wardogs | |
| Bite her cunt to blood. | |
| Fucked by your sword, impaled on your spear, | |
| Her corpse rots at the highest peak of your tower. | |
| The last traces of humanity gone, | |
| You studied the arcanes of black magic, | |
| Increased cruelty and will, | |
| And we all knew | |
| The Ancient Presence was awaken again |