Lyrics:

Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrathManifold is the Terminus of oneselfInvocate ye lord of the Left-behindsPreserve a seat for the weakened mindsReserving that limpid yet so usedVeil of deceiving hostilityClose now is the threshold of insanityNeverending force of hatred,fear, them darkened spheresDeprecated existence, Manifest of darkness beManifest for unspeakable actionsFire sermons to condemn those fallenFallen from pride, fallen from the mangerFather, lend to me thy wisdom, Thy wisdom of oldNow all is clear:'Pierce the side of the neverending blindnessThen thereby be it stated in the name of the forgottenFather of Light, Father of Darkness-I will not implore to no master of thine!'EverflamingIntemperate malice in the extremeForms are twisted, EverfallingCrescent skies, the wait, The callingEyes unseeing, Stars rearrangeTears of our blood running from the runesMisgivings fall silentExcitement stir up the spheresMy sweet NorderlandTo reap the fields of ignorance and liesTrails of omission swept awayNever be found againRelease of agonySo Hebulous, yet ominous is the TerminusFlames of Hatred burn meFiresoul - Hear me, Blinded fool-Take heed to the forgotten twilightNow kneel to the omniscient twilightCrimson Winds, Ornaments in the darkThe weep of pain, Drowned by tearsDrowned by tears of Northerly bloodRunes of force,Fulfillment of a sombre ordeal I know'Pierce the side of the neverending blindnessThen thereby be it stated in the name of the forgottenFather of Light, Father of Darkness-I will not implore to no master of thin