Beholding The Throne Of The Might

When hell calls your name

There's no way back

And the burning slaves

And the burning holy

Will be seen from afar

As the new risen throne (star)

And when the fires have burned

Beholding the seas of ashes

And roll the (ir) blooded flesh

On holy areas now cold

And dead

And flowers smell of black

Now emperor of no light

And pain

For the eternal slaves

The envy of losers so indeed upon losers themselves

And destruction upon the holy man

Who hails a

Join us we are (the) future now

Be desecration master

Be the hammer

The hammer