Cross the Styx

Rise into the elder world
The burning purgatory
Deadly cosmic terror
The lowest dephts of hell

I signed the book of blood
By will - now that's a fact
Marked by the numbers
Of predominance

Lead me to the path of perfect celebration
I've been reborn in a world of consumption
Arisen in blasphemy
Mutilation I need

Consume souls eternally
For my torment they will bleed
Realm of darkthrone
Netherworld of doom

Cruel horned spirits
Everlasting ghouls
Flowen from the dephts
Dark horned mutations

Million tied up souls
Infernal slaves of manipulation
Cross the Styx
I call on thee

Blind idiot god of chaos
Goat with a thousand young
God of perfection
Cross the Styx

Pumping the agony through my veins
As perpetual pleasure it enters my brain
Swallow the lunatics of god's creation
Their tumors create a sacrificial lust

Grime crippled putrescent infants
Melted and fused by demonical abcesses
Reincarnation of perfection
Behind the forbidden sinister gates

Souls drowned in the blood of Oblivion
Dragged in the stream of the inflicted access
Zymotic slime of subtracted skin
Into damnation tortured infinity

Cross the Styx