Enter the worship of sculpted images

Embodiments of man's own frailty

Worthless figures given heretical divinity

Seen as gods instead of mirrors of desolation

Fall to your knees and pray to dead gods

Like moths chasing ghostly flames

True hope in false deities

Cry out to your gods that never were and never will be

Oh, you men of little faith

So easily fallen prey to the blind devotion of your hearts and souls to Satan's deceit

Pray to your fraudulent deities

The nonexistеnt beings you hold so high

None of them will hеar your screams as you're devoured by the flames

The upholding of your worthless idols And the faith in them you show will be the greatest folly you shall ever know

Hell's gate opens wide to the practicioners of this divine abomination