Ritual Of Condemnation

 Ancient human obelisk awakens from centuries of dust,
 Imprisoned in obsidian,
 horrid golemesque abomination.
 The man of stone,
 Black soul within the ebon bone,
 Carved by the mad gods,
 Born from the mountain's hull,
 Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will anthropomorphous.
 Propelling forward slow and sluggish,
 [bad word] to life.
 Beyond those whiteless eyes,
 blinded rage of hatred, torment, and [bad word] 
 Aeons of suffering,
 Eternal is the conflagration to [bad word] every feeble being,
 Found [bad word] his means of expressing.

 Juggernaut of endless enmity,
 Leaden hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils who’ve bound him here,
 With malenchantments of the necrosphere,
 The end is near.

[Solo]

 His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside.
 From weakness armored for when the skulls of man his flesh collides.
 Soldier of solitude,
 Of elemental pain.
 Driven to insanity when stone his form became incarcerated in his skin.
 Emancipate him from his sin,
 He once stood just like me,
 peasant full of apathy,
 Petrified his family tree.
 Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise.
 Arise, arise
 Arise, arise
 Arise, kill
 Arise, kill
 Arise, kill
 Arise
 Storm the mortals land,
 Unraveling his plan,
 Fists of iron swinging,
 Erase this Earth.
 Enraged in rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken,
 The [bad word] and splintered,
 Untimely their demise.

 Juggernaut of endless enmity,
 Leaden hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils that have bound him here,
 With malenchantments of the necrosphere,
 The end is here.