The Core - Mortem

In the days, the beginning

We were woken by the sound of the inferno

By angels hymn in screaming crescendo

As thundering echoes from the darkest gorges

With diabolical frenzy, the raw of birth

Master of mayhem and core of darkness

Rise, ruler of the crypt

The core of pure evil

Let the true kingdom come

To scorched and harden souls

Lift your mask of dark divine

And inhale the steam of fear

Wear the crown of splintered bones

Hail your majestic sphere

As the serpent poisons mind

The venomous evil will rise

Spewing out infected spawn

Into the fields of man

Forge yourself in every soul

And harvest the purest load

As the coldest dark engorged

The weak and putrid world

Hardened men will appear

To purge its stricken herd

With the scepter in your claw

The start of your divide

Who can live and who must die

Darkened, pure, at your side