Žodžiai dainai: Thou Art Lord. Apollyon. Experimental Magic.

Incarnations in the voice of a child
Spells brewed in wizened fingertips
Eyes implode and guts fountain,
cranial terror of the invader

Twelve disciples erupt in flames
The thirty air consumes the ashes
Unleash predators avenging shadows
pursued by barbaric serenades

Experimental magick
Blood of a new Christ
Whirring in isolation
vowing revengre on the cosmos

The moon commands the creation
hatched under a lunar bane
charged with universal melancholy
Protozoic words slither from lips

A new product of Sodom
greeting from the torture
fed upon a graveyard erotica
It's the eve of dead souls