The Madness festers& more potent than ever before
Ancestors& those I once adored
Bear witness to their sons!

The blasphemies I beheld&the soil in which I dwell
The cradle burns as tinder to this Hell
And still they are blind to what they have done&

Once my fecundity was wisdom
But soon only tears filled my glade
Serenity no longer binds me

Ive sprouted a cancer of blades.

Too long I have slept&dreaming of better days
Too long I have wept& while the world fell to decay

The blasphemies I behold& False Gods poised to consume
An ocean of frozen souls  an eldritch doom

The earth pines for a Panacea to its misery.
All Mortals must perish before the prophecies come to be&

This is your fate.

[Written by: Morte McAdaver/ Thomas Cyranowski
Vocals:  Lilith Astaroth]