Cult of Death-Deathchain

We stand before thee The ancient god of death And we kneel before the pit The path to your kingdom come Cast away by the shadows Now you rule in the deep True king of the void Come make us clean Before the dawn of men Inside these temple walls Unholy oaths were sworn Among the chosen ones To be held in secrecy To be held in silence Until the day would come For him to arrive Gathering at the circle The ritual is soon complete Eerie rumbling can be heard It's coming from the world between Whispering with the unpure tongue Spoken only by this god Stronger than the starless aeons Stronger than the weight of time We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn Consuming dark begins to grow The hour of coming approaches The ceremony has proceeded Everflowing stream has opened We are the cult of death - we keep the flames alive We are the cult of death - the children of the scorn Stench of death closing in He is coming from the deepest depths Come and seek your might From the face of this earth Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant This wait is soon to be over As the walls are breeding doom Thy mighty force of evil Repulsive yet so pure As we see them, horns arising All is covered in black blood Three heads, three mouths for blaspheming Bears this one true king Destroyer - conqueror - legion - tyrant Our hearts are filled with pride He is greater than we thought Strong as the mountainside Strong as the stormiest sea