Hammers of Masters - The Furor

Steadfast we arrive, the infernals

Villainous tyrants, precursors of the almighty total death!

Tribulation past, the antichrist emerge at last

Plunge righteous harpers into silence unending!

Magogs awoken, heading the calls for new flesh

On perished doomspace, conjure iconic furies

Reprise of pure evil, defamation conquest

Harvenger’s ride, throttling fast to faster,

Christos drowning in tears!

I am the fervent, hammer of the sane

The guilt of thirteen apostles, lifeless remains

Horned storm demented, rise on setting sun

Pandemic tempers, pulverise the stunned

Clash of chaos, rite of the highest power refined on every moon

Through smoke and madness, battle aroused by fire

Make way for irreverent ones, consuming all in the name of triumph!

Perdition is here!

Sanctified kneel by their master, crucify the king of the Jews!

Bastard merchant of sickness, maniacal lords of the lame

Nullify the crownbearers, the inhumation of sacred sons

Hailed in ages ever after

The essence of faith we stole!

Abhorrent mass upon the altar!

Initiate the sequence of death!

Carnage above reason, malevolent rule’s in season

Summoning of Dakkar, proverbs uncreate in signals cast through evil

Serpent fangs embedding, flesh growing stale is shedding

Born again disaster, induction through pain, enticed by sigils of sin!

Thus spoke by Hammers of Masters!

Thus spoke by Hammers of Masters!

Thus spoke by Hammers of Masters!

Thus spoke by death chants begin!

Born in secret, gloating betrayer

Host of ancients, overcome by nothing.