Harvester of Flames - Azarath

Beyond the world of flesh and cones

We summon blackened forces od the dead

In lifeless void we enter the thorny path

Towards the hidden realm of the lord of death

The winds of death we ride

We spill the blood of Christ

We vale of tears we mock

The mortals' rotting cage

In the insane trance we dwell under the Satan’s cross

And as the Serpent of eve we sow the flaming seed

Our eyeless sight falls upon the graves

Our speechless mouth whisper the wordless spells

On this solemn night the silver shines as the altar flame

This is the time when we face our doom

Be praised the evil one!

Your symbols ablaze!

The cursed bloodline calls your name!

Harvester of flames!

We raise your sign!

We bleed for Thee

To death

We leave behing the shells of mortality

Our killing hands reap the fruits of malediction

We are reborn in the acosmic fire of the outer light

To harrow and destroy the puny race of Adam

Be praised dark one

Who idols of flesh turn into dust!

We hail Thy name!

Harvester of flames!

We raise your sign!

We bleed for Thee

To death!

Beyond the world of the flesh and bones

We summon blackened forces of the dead

In deathless fire we shall forever rule

And feed the mortal soil with the virgin blood