Hail the end, praise the victorious death

The 13 bells chime the morbid knell of doom

In these wastelands the ground opens wide

A mass grave of pestilence waiting for torn carrion

Deformed tentacles rising from the deep

As winged abominations furrow the skies

Vomiting horrid sounds with fresh bone-made flutes

Sardonic doomsday feast, Laus Hodie

I call to thee, old ones

Mine own flesh and blood

Hear me call your names

Ignite my dormant seed

Step down from your stellar form

And taste my offering

Come forward from the gate

Consecrate me with your fluids

Praise this glorious day

Where heavens burns in Awe

The Gods of Hell rejoice

In the stench of World's downfall

The bleeding eyes that witness

Are crushed under cloven hooves

Piles of blackened garbage

Are trodden by Therion

Faceless tomb of man, Doomsday Cenotaph

Banquet of human leftovers for bubonic rats

Born anew to the world the Dragon’s child comes forth

Return into this plane as the universe looking itself

To stare with such eyes is to die to all things known

Once the chains of slavery are broken

In.Necis.Renascere.Integer