The Conqueror Possessed - Abominator

Heretics brave, all will conjure

To form the circle of the new gods

Sword to flesh, severed death

Balance of injustice sways

We warned you once, adhered to not

Sceptre holds barbaric ways

Disillusioned, rightful anger

Mankind fails once again

Heed our new plans, for new order

Forged into a crown

Blood will be our peace of mind

Ultimate Attack!

Make them pay for such corruption

Such ways transpire as pitiful

Gathered round the burning

Awaiting the seventh death

Calling to receive

The ancient’s breath

Gather ins this dark image

Of immortal devourment of god