In Nomine Domini - Funeral Mist

In the name of the Lord

I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall

Behold and ponder;

Hell is made anew — the brimstone comes alive

Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve

Bow and give thanks for we have pillaged God — and made his vengeance our own

In the name of the Lord

I come against you — high on the sweet irony of the cross

Behold and ponder;

You will have no peace — no restless and rootless fall

Come now, greet the downfall — of your revered free will

Bow and give thanks for we have built on death — and made her hunger our home

In the name of the Lord

I come against you — carried forth by the wind of your fall

Accept now the flame

In which you shall be cleansed

Behold and ponder;

Hell is made anew

See now, the brimstone of my psalms come alive

Accept now the faith in which you shall devolve

Come and greet the judgment — in which you shall dissolve

Bow and give thanks for we have pillaged — and made his vengeance our own