Come suffering, 
Apocalypse 
Release the fires of 
Hell I call upon destruction and despair 
Here the days of slumber end 
I beckon the night to live and overcome the fear 
Come sin, come shame congregation of contempt 
I bid you welcome to the pyre 
Will our objective truths withstand this affliction? 
I venture 
Let it all come down! 
The deafeaning sound of trumpets roar 
In celebration of impending chaos 
This is not terror, this is not war 
Beyond repentance 
This is the call of the abyss. 
As deep cuts of truth 
As a fire that closes the wound 
So is my redemption 
Beyond repentance 
This is the ordeal of fire 
Come suffering, 
Apocalypse 
Release the fires of 
Hell I call upon destruction and despair 
Not for vengeance 
Not for power 
Beneath the ashes 
I walk