Texty: Furor (the). Invert Absolute. Damnations Morning.

As mercy'sreign lays withered, magestic gloats unsung
Before the throttled kingdom, revel in our conquest won

Fate unreal until revealed, outpour shock's cruel persuasion
Barbaric ages restoration

Wielding flames of fallen empires, aspire to cease all grace
We applaud your kingdom's failure, and with our joy we seal its fate
Slaves not to the perils bygone, victors of the morning after
Accountable to none, to none! We'll be our own masters

Damnations Morning!
Awake to Heavens falling
Uprise your makers met, fate is calling.
We'll usher you into hell!!

Proclamation! The Wit of fools.
Reviving abhoration, incite the masses cruel
Annihilation! Strike with the devil's tool
Urged by bloodshead then rule!!!

Ignite the trageties!!!
Praise torment shamelessly!!!
Unrap the centuries!!!
Dethrone and fetch to fires,, tomorrow's awakening!!!

Sunrise summons new breath
Nightfall feeds on what was left
Milleniums barely reflect
The sins our dawn have... Kept!!