Scorched winds of obliterating hate sweeping through and desolates
Congregate, annihilate, piles of human flesh
Incinerate, degenerate, death strikes like a lash
Spawn the seed of damnation
We salute the end in rapture
All is burning
When the scythe is held high up in the sky
The air will turn into lifeless cosmic dust
The feebleminded cry out in helplessness and despair
Infernal sulphur voices declare the final day
Hymns of the mighty
Death to the deity
Black flame burns for the demonaeon
Demonaeon hymns of the mighty
Death to the deity
Black flame burns for the demonaeon
Scorched winds of obliterating hate sweeping through and desolates
Congregate, annihilate, piles of human flesh
Incinerate, degenerate, death strikes like a lash
Spawn the seed of damnation
We salute the end in rapture
All is burning
When the scythe is held high up in the sky
The air will turn into lifeless cosmic dust
The feebleminded cry out in helplessness and despair
Infernal sulphur voices declare the final day
Hymns of the mighty
Death to the deity
Black flame burns for the demonaeon
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