Cold is the night like the ice that's running through my veins
Black is the sign of death upon the ravens wings

Now I lay you down in beds of earth for countless years
No one but the worms will know the power of your fear

Death is not the end cause we were born of it
Death is not the end

Death is not the end cause we were born of it
Death is not the end

Your worlds on fire
Holy war inside her
Won't you spread her legs to me
Mother natures time has run it's course we are her last disease

Let the shaman bless the knife I thrust into your side
Let the hollow of my heart engulf you as you die

The ceremony begins
Your end is part of it's will
We are machines of war
Fueled by the blood that we spill

The ceremony begins
Your end is part of it's will
We are machines of war
Fueled by the blood that we spill

And so we celebrate the death of the world
Light a candle and let that fucker burn
We celebrate the death of the world
Get in line now and take your fucking turn

The ceremony begins
Your end is part of it's will
We are machines of war
Fueled by the blood that we spill

The ceremony begins
Your end is part of it's will
We are machines of war
Fueled by the blood that we spill

And so we celebrate the death of the world
Light a candle and let that fucker burn
We celebrate the death of the world
Get in line now and take your fucking turn

Cold is the night like the ice that's running through my veins
Black is the sign of death upon the ravens wings