To The Cold Beyond-Kult ov Azazel

In the winds of obscurity Bring forth the dungeon that the unclean spirits can claim I want the key to the portals that made my insanity I know the halls of fire will guide me An abstract reality The voices whisper and swirl past me like a black trip of ecstasy I live for the fire and blasphemy Within a land possessed by horror Take my hand and come with me The unholy ruins will read our black destiny We will vomit in the face of the holy (The burning cries) Deception and lies will become your own enemy The truth is obvious Death is our sign above We will be victorious To the cold beyond