To Ruin & Divide: Man From Myth के बोल

Night, with the darkness falling Hand of Sathanas reigning down Upon this coven Bred in secrecy To the wrath of God we pledge Suffering and agony Blessed by the will to end this tyranny Death to the Golden Age at hand To the ones who cast me down And decree that I shall never see the light Yet deceptively exact All your magic and your spells Aren’t enough to end this ghastly, ill-bred site Silently awaiting clemency Abhorrent forms, monumental relics of old Shapeshifters, blessed once by entropy Stand frozen in a premonition foretold