My blood is cold
My name is Naught
The soul I sold
Was dearly bought
By the devil
Who Heavens sought
Mortality fading
In livid rot

To grow undead
Is a strange sort of fate
For the murders bred
The phylacter of hate
Man's civilization
Devoured by chaos
The virginal planets
Deflower and loss

Stronger than life
And deeper than death
Feasting silent knife
Marking passage west
To the land of the dead
And glimmering jewels
Subjugation of belief
And deathly renewal

Venomous gaze
Liquified blades
The wolfen warlord
His credo restored
Like the first candle
Which lights the rest
My consciousness
Is in undying flesh