Condemnation, the air lies thick with sin and dust,nHigh on conceit, from the frantic worship of the Carnal and the Vain,nAnd judgement came on sturdy wings, cheers of pestilence,nDancing disease, through the Belly of Damnation.nAnd the rhythm of war, shall enchant us all,nAnd battalions of plague, to guard every gate.nnDazzling Jacinth, brimstone and flame,nUnbound, unleashed, unstaunched, unchained,nThis ban of destruction, these four winds of clean,nThrough the belly of damnation, to the diaphragm of man,nAll flesh wareth old as a barment:nFor the Covenant from the beginning is,nTHOU SHALT DIE THE DEATH!nnHonest like a mother’s love, a spear of famine,nA wingless dove, raging teeth and the fang of death,nTo carve out a fourth from the curse that is man.nCome and see, come and repent, come and see,nA brand new justice, through the Belly of Damnation,nTo the Abode of the Unwashed.nnClawed wing and famine divine, to leave no man behind,nAnd battalions of plagues to guard every gate,nBut of he our own flesh that shall mark the fall.n