A flame is born out of pain, it burns beyond these hollowed eyes
next to a world that doesn't shine anymore, torn apart by our own ghosts
for i shall abandon my coffin and walk among the ones
who are cold as a winter that doesn't strike anymore
they are called the undying ones, with mouths that seek for murder
dripping diseases they walk towards a nevercoming end,
creating a world of terror, swallowing humanity, damnation lies upon the mortals
who stand under a godless sky, hopeless they travel north
unaware of my arrival, for centuries i've waited for this day
to come, preparing myself i bathed on virgins blood, with the flesh
of the undying ones i'll feast, so that my purpose will manifest
this wretched one shall be proclaimed a god.