Thousand nights (filled with) thousand plagues
Peak of summon reached in rapture
Spirits coil in fire, soon to perish
Mortal plane eclipsed
Sons of perdition ride onwards
As the nightmarish plateau unfolds
Charred and desolated landscapes ravished
By the hands of doom
Thousand curses, thousand deaths
Cast upon this realm of plagues
Through the mist those children appear
Dancing in circles around the dead
Hollow stare in their lifeless eyes
Dressed in mere white rags
Prophecy of carnal abhorrence
Becoming reality
Through the summon call from within
Engulfed by the flames
Burning tongues fiery gaze
Depths of Hell revealed
Chaotic lightnings glow upon the plateau of pestilence
Wall of flames embrace the rotting flesh
In the wilderness of black deserts divine
Hear the song approaching
Choir of dead children sing