The eye on the throne opens And the Ain Sof stares out mad The dark waters tremble and roil For an abyss lies beneath the world And the seven watchers are dead Primeval supremacy of divine Devouring beasts from the void beyond time Heed my call, descend upon the cosmos Drown his creation in oceans of blood As empire falls, enclosing by ashes All life fades into nothing And there was silence I listen to the beautiful sound Of a crying God in hopeless despair As tears of doom raining from the sky The time has come for all to die Ancient ones, nameless ones Greet us with everlasting Chaos With acausal sublimity In ritual devotion I invoke Thee Spirits from the aeon of Azoth Awaken from your sleep and embrace us And bring us the funeral of all! The grand precipitation of truth Purifies the deficient filth of being Weak life, the light of a lone second Amid the liberation of eternities What I see is a dying world in ruins Silent remains in dismal shape of night In a frozen and desolate wasteland My vision of bliss is absolute At last, I can rest in peace This, the creations last chapter Everything feels so complete Only me and soundless death remains Surrounded by dark, silent bareness As I leave this aeons of sorrow behind I enjoy my very last breath And with a smile I walk The eye on the throne is open And the Ain Sof stares out mad The dark waters tremble and roil For an abyss swallowed the elders world And the seven gates are forever broken Primeval supremacy of divine Devouring beasts from the void beyond time Heed my call, descend upon the cosmos Drown his creation in oceans of blood As the old serpent slaughter the sun All life fades into nothing