I close my eyes and seize it 
I clench my fists and beat it 
I light my torch and burn it 
I am the beast I worship... 

And I know [bad word] my time 
For in mine void a pale horse burns 
But I fear not the time I'm taken 
Past the point of no return. 
Wage war like no tomorrow 
Cuz no [bad word] there won't be one 
For all who deny the [bad word] 
The triumphant [bad word] 

Trips to where, few have been 
Out of thin air, upon high winds 
Rites begin when the sun descends 
Have felt what few will ever know 
Have seen the [bad word] beneath the glow, 
Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow 
I am below, so far below 
The bottom line 
Transmitting live, transmissions rise 
From the depths out of controlled by 
Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes 
Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds 
'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine 
To ride the waves, of unrest 
Made to make me shine as a testament 
To why the ways of the blind will never get 
 [bad word] but shanked by my disrespect 
Dismiss this life, worship death 
Cold blood night of serpent's breath 
Exhaled like spells from the endlessness 
In the bottomless wells of emptiness 
Channeled to invoke what we represent 

Secret order 
Elitist horde of 
Creeping fire 
Seizing power 
Riders of the lupus hour 
Eye on palm 
Time is gone 
Moonlight drawn 
Fly til dawn 
Sacrifice to rise beyond 
Deep inside the violent calm 
Of [bad word] storm 
In blood sworn 
To glorify and for life adorn 
With all that dies to [bad word] unborn 

I close my eyes and seize it 
I clench my fists and beat it 
I light my torch and burn it 
I am the beast I worship... 
I am the beast I worship 

In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns 
Curve like psychotropic scythes 
And smell of torn flesh bled dry 
By [bad word] swarms of pestis flies 
Vomiting forth flames lit by 
An older than ancient force 
That slays this life with no remorse 

The spiral storm 
Of flames inside 
The torch I raise 
The force I ride 

Feel my vessel go up in flames 
Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed 
Direct connection to the source 
Vestment of unnatural force 
Forever burning black torch 
Wisdom of the old and [bad word] 
Possessed by the chosen few 
Shining to reveal the ways 
Of a darkness that pervades 
All that is and ever was 
Inferno of witches blood 

Worship is not on bended knee 
Nature knows not of mercy 
To pray is to accept defeat 
Power [bad word] on the weak 
Bow and beheaded by the beast 
Beggar on a [bad word] leash 
Scum is desperate for relief 
Worship is the way I ride 
Witching currents through the eye 
Of storms that force the false to die 
Worship the flames with which I rise 
Into apocalyptic skies 

Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone 
In splintered skeleton I roam 
Wastelands with not to call my own 
But the path I walk alone 
The hunger burns, within my gut 
As my bones turn into dust 

And I know [bad word] my time 
For in mine void a pale horse burns 
But I fear not the time I'm taken 
Past the point of no return 
Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one 
For all who deny the [bad word] 
The triumphant [bad word] ... 

I close my eyes and seize it 
I clench my fists and beat it 
I light my torch and burn it 
I am the beast I worship... 
I am the beast I worship