| Enlightened by the aftermath of war | 
| A twisted perversion seared the hearts of slaves | 
| Branded in the image of their masters | 
| In the wake of The Great Deluge | 
| The kingdom lies in vast desolation | 
| Permeation of sickness and sorrow | 
| A travesty of man has now ensued | 
| To rid them of the burdens of their past | 
| The tribes were divided, scattered and thrown into disarray | 
| Then the Deities ascended the sky | 
| Leaving behind lost creations to sift through the lies | 
| With folly the wicked will inherit the earth | 
| Enslaving their brothers with ideals of rebirth | 
| No longer bound to the foot of the throne | 
| As demigods they conquer with their master’s conviction | 
| Mere machines of desperate emulation | 
| With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice | 
| They are lost forever | 
| Bow down to the phantoms | 
| Bow down to the ghosts in the sky | 
| (Lead: M. Pugh) | 
| Worshiping mortals as gods | 
| Seeking false truth to no end | 
| For the path of apotheosis | 
| Has slipped through the grips of man | 
| Illuminated by no obstruction of power | 
| And twisted delusions of lavish grandeur | 
| (Lead: M. Low) | 
| They are now gods of man seeking out the weak | 
| And frail diluted bloodlines | 
| Cursed is the flesh fabricated by the eternal resonance | 
| Of vile endeavors of man | 
| With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice | 
| They are lost forever | 
| The frailty of existence will be their demise | 
| Egotistical commandments hold sway to their lies | 
| Rely on the peasants who serve while programmed to be blind | 
| Making them gods of the masquerade | 
| Their screams for mercy will fall upon deaf ears | 
| Servants to the cause of The Great Deceiver | 
| Bow down to the phantoms | 
| Bow down to the ghosts in the sky | 
| Deception was their device to crush the weak | 
| Lost and bewildered, the verminous cretins | 
| Will glorify nothing on their knees |