Pray you never kneelnTo the master of the pitnViolently stirring their brew of corruptionnLords of the dark summon certain destructionnnPray you never kneelnTo the one who calls you slavenWith the hearts and tongues of the gods in their handsnThe legions of hell bellow forth their commandsnnBow down and kneelnTo the master of the pitnThough the powers of chaos are those you abidenYou raise your sword to cast him asidennYou know there is no escapenWhen you see your sword in flamesnAs the hell rains pound the darkening landnMan and sword begin their last standnnYou know you'll never kneelnTo the master of the pitnFeverish prayers of life ever afternAs your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the master