Eternal death and gnashing of teeth,
It has awakened the master.
On his head is placed a forehead jizz; The image of the beast,
scarlet red - purple gems pearls.
The master's altar is a golden cup full of abominations,
full are these bowls of wrath.
He drinks His eyes are fierce and wary of you,
His attention is as terrible as a voice from the grave.
The voice that sounded raving,
war bells sounding from a cosmic distance.
He makes nests out of the rivers,
empties from the heart of the rivers.
He is clothed with the sun and seemed touched with fire,
surrounding shadows like the cruel black night,
the symbols all screamed that the sea has been broken,
and the keys of the depths have in an instant transformed into chains,
the altar that you have called a prison has turned into its own grave.