LORD OF MAYHEM CELEBRATES HIS VIOLENT VICTORY 
VICTIMS GO MAD IN A MUSHROOM HAZE 
CELLAR OF POISON WITH NO WAY OUT 
VOICE SO DARK IS WHISPERING CURSES 
YOU ARE FORCED TO WATCH THESE SCENES OF DEATH 
BODIES STAINED WITH OILY WATER 
ALIEN POWERS OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE 
NO CONTROL OVER BRUTAL OBSCURITIES 
NATURE CONTROLLED IN A WAY THAT´S OLD AND NEW 
HIS VICTORY IS PERFECT AND TOTAL 
RAYS OF LIGHT ARE PALE AND WEAKENED 
EXISTING ONLY TO BOOST YOUR DESPERATION 
YOU PRAY YET YOU DON´T REALLY BELIEVE 
NO MASSES PULLED UP TO HEAVENS 
WE ALL SINK DEEPER IN THE HOT SWAMPS OF HELL 
BLACK MATTER KEEPS EATING ALL THE LIFE FOUND 
NO ONE KNOWS WHERE ALL THE SOULS WENT 
THE ENERGY OF THE VIOLENTLY DECAPITATED STILL FLOATS 
THE FOG IS GREEN AND PUNGENT 
WIND IS THE SOUNDTRACK AS THE FLESH SLOWLY BURNS