(lyric by Garm) We sail the seas, of negativity to banish kindness from this place (Sans scruples, sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves assailing ye saints thoroughly (Sans love, sans compassion) To behold the wails of thine in affright whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts (Sans warmth, sans pity) To behold a world, darkly astir rising in madness and mystery (sans light, sans life) Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold! Tis the rise of satanic divinity... Oh we rejoice at the destruction of all ye have ever lived for... Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath (tis the voices from the past) Aye we can not mourn, for never morrow shall dawn World without end...
