Invocation

Come suffering, Apocalypse

Release the fires of Hell

I call upon destruction and despair

Here the days of slumber end

I beckon the night

to live and overcome the fear

Come sin, come shame

congregation of contempt

I bid you welcome to the pyre

Will our objective truths

withstand this affliction?

I venture

Let it all come down!

The deafening sound of trumpets roar

in celebration of impending chaos

This is not terror, this is not war

Beyond repentance

this is the call of the abyss

As deep cuts of truth

as a fire that closes the wound

so is my redemption

Beyond repentance

this is the ordeal of fire

Come suffering, Apocalypse

Release the fires of Hell

I call upon destruction and despair

Not for vengeance

Not for power

Beneath the ashes I walk