Chapter I: The Rotting World Above

The rotting world above

No ruling order, nothing to conquer but the purest forms of false beliefs

Abandoned in this lifeless world, I bring your soul to boil

The whole human race is condemned to bleed

Kneel before the scourge of humanity

The order of the purgatory invalidates the norms of life and death upon the burning ground

The nature of called life, death is a human construct

The final purification, separated by death

Fall victim to the consequences of religious war

Then your blind eyes will mask their lies

Don't hold on to the prayers of the living to cleanse your soul

Let the conception of postmortem suffering describe your state of torment