Ode to the End - The Ritual

It's time to go
We will ascend to the place we must be
And pass the etarnal pain repeating in insanity
Demolish all things between virtue and vice
We melt in the world with our purified soul

It comes from the depths
Authentic prophets worship that
For the uncorrupted advent
Sacrifice our flesh

The nameless god is transcending far beyond time
The rebirth of false savior lets the old ones awake
Your temple is crawled with rainbow, filthy sludge
Our angel will punish, reap and torture you forever

It comes from the depths
Authentic prophets worship that
For the uncorrupted advent
Sacrifice our flesh

The faceless god won't accept you
We are the only one who are blessed

Cold wind blows through your arrogance
You must hear the war cry
Until the doomsday the ancient one wriggle and howl
We have a promise to be the eucharist of the old ones
Our death is dedicated to the child of the black goat

We will be the spreme god and creator
To take this world returned to dusk
Honour the cycle of fate forever
You must be dedicated

The reaper in yellow track you to your tragic end
Your soul will be slaughtered
We, We are the only one who are saved from the mankind
You will be lost in the endless cosmos
Since the shining of the darkest night come
We are the only one who are alive in the new world
You will be fallen into the nothingness
Since the reign of the deep ones come

We have a promise to be the eucharist of the old ones
We will rebirth in the new world with the glory
As a part of the eternity
A part of the fidelity
A part of the divinity
A part of the immortality