Cult of Kain

Bellum omnium contra omnes

Brother against brother

Drown your sword into his flesh

See him kick and squirm

Last dance before death

Defy consolation

Degenerate illusory deception

Blade dripping the wine of life

Ride of the tyrants, murderous siege

Prepare the gallows, hang the futile breed

(See their macabre dance at the end of the rope)

Chorus of cracking bones

There is no peace

(There is) no redemption

Eyes are always watching

Crushed are their shrines of solace

No haven for refuge, purge the flesh

Purge their world with fire

Behold scorched ruins of their temple

Mass grave of the pious

After the cleansing hear only

The (choir of) locusts in the night

Beneath our feet, trampled bones of flawed men

Yet there will be more lives to harvest

And The breed of Abel is consumed

By hideous silent fear

Rotten and emaciated corpses fill these pits

Emit the scorn of the LORD

For he loves holocausts

Blood is the key... No fear, no control

And Hell followed in our footsteps