When would it end, the age of chaos?
Its rattle as deathly as any

The Son of Night and Chaos, I was
Hurled into the abyss of agony

By selling my world to Satan?
Or bleeding yours with my blood?

Sempiternal was my fall
And reborn I was from mud

The blade was cold, its pain
Was like a sea of red

What you robbed when I lived
I shall reclaim when you’re dead

Grinding your name, I found myself
Lost in this soul-less flood

What you lost in my tears
I shall earn in your Blood

Undead, as I found myself
A lust for pain consumed me

In this orgasm of vengeance
From death I shall be free

A son of night and chaos, I was
The Son of Night and Chaos